The Truth.

The Truth is that I'm more hurt than all of you thought.
I know I acted as a strong person, but you don't know that I'm not.
I've tried to not show my tears. And whenever you saw them I said it's fine and I laughed about myself crying.
But actually the TRUTH is: I'm not laughing. I pulled up the corners of my mouth.
I said I'm so thankful for what I got, but actually that's just one side. It's what I'm trying to let you think of me.
Because I don't want you to think I'm weak. Because being weak is letting all of you know that I feel the pain.
I said I don't worry about it. But I do. Not exactly about what happened, but about what it does to the ones I love.
It's hard to be hurt, but it's even harder to not let anyone know about it.
It's hard to cry, but even worse to hide it.
But I can't tell anyone. Because when I tell someone, they feel with my for a day. They forget about it. And as soon as they forget about it, they think I forgot about it too. But I don't.
I live with it every day.
While you are telling me about your problems, I start worrying about you. I feel sad for you. Just because deep in myself I still think I'm strong enough to get along with it alone, but you need my help.
So I'm gonna make the smile on your face and tell you that it makes me happy, too.

Every time I think back to it, I want to scream. But my voice fails.