hippolove13

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I lie 
          I lie a lot actually 
          I lie so much that  I can't decipher a truth from the lie
          I lie to myself. I say that I'm fine when I'm  everything but fine. I constantly tell myself I'm fine. When I know I'm not. My siblings are not fine. Everyone knows they're not fine. They could never hide their monsters but I can.
          They're being treated for their monsters, but I'm not. Because in everyone else's eyes I'm fine. Everyone talks about how their messed up and how I'm not. But I am. They just can't see that I'm messed up because I hide it. I hide all my flaws, and mess ups with a lie. I'm fine. I say I'm fine as to not bother anyone, as to not worry anyone.  When you ask if I'm okay. I'll say yes I'm fine. I'm never fine. Of the a million things happening in my head not one of them is fine. You wonder what goes on in my head. But I cannot begin to explain it without breaking. Breaking break broke. Broken. I am broken. I lie and say I'm not but I am. Of course you will never see my broken. My broken is secret, my broken is subsided way down inside me so that I don't have to look at it. My broken is the truth and I don't want to know the truth so I lie. I lie to myself and push away all the broken and monsters by saying I'm fine. But it's okay. I'm okay. I'm fine.

Too long I have  been afraid; afraid of everything and nothing. Yet still, I  manage to put on a brave face, with you.