You know that moment, when you just sit down and think, and then reality and all your emotions just hit you, hard. You sit there, and you wonder why you went through all that shit. You sit, and you wonder what you did to deserve it all. You realize that you’re not okay. You fool people into thinking you are, but you’re not okay, not the least bit. You have all this harbored emotions, stress, anger, and hatred. You want to go cry, cry until your eyes sting, and your head starts hurting. You want to scream. But no one can see you do this, otherwise people will know you’re vulnerable, and sure as hell not okay. You want to let people know how you feel, but you can’t, because they won’t understand. They never will understand the pain you’re going through. So, you just keep it bottled up, and deal with it, every single day. You see, we all are wearing a mask. We’re wearing a mask to disguise who we really are, and how we really feel. We do it so well, it’s almost like a profession.