We all suffer in different ways, but we never show it.
We wear masks to hide our feelings of pain and hopelessness.
These mask are what we use to cope, hoping to find something that isn't us, something new and fresh.
These masks paint a portrait of a smiling person. Happy, perfect, flawless.
That's only something we wish to be.
We come home every night, falling to our knees is Sorrow and pain.
We break down, our tears drowning us
Only to awake the the next morning to the living hell that drowned us in the first place.
We put the mask on once more, proceeding to play the part of a perfect person.