" She can get thru hardships. Heartbreak. Ended friendships. Dysfunctional family fights.
Whenever the world hurts her, she fakes a smile and keeps on going as if nothing happened. As if she's perfectly fine. As if her heart is unbreakable.
She looks strong. But she doesn't feel strong. She feels like she's living a lie, like everyone gives her more credit than she deserves.
After all, everybody only thinks she's strong, because they see a single side of her. They see her during the day, when she has enough energy to pretend. But they son't see her at night, alone in her bedroom, when she's too worn out to outrun her problems.
She never lets anyone catch her when she's vulnerable.
When she has the urge to cry, she pushes the tears away until she has a chance to escape to the bathroom to let the water flow. When she's upset, she'll make up an excuse to cancel off her plans, so no one realizes that she's acting off. And when she has a mental breakdown, she doesn't text her friends about it or post a status on media social. She suffers in silence.
She doesn’t see the point in sharing her misery. Her friends consider her the funny one. The bubbly one. The problem solver.They come to her with their issues. They expect her to know what to do. They expect her to have her shit together.