People think they know you.
They think they know how you’re handling a situation.
But the truth is no one knows.
No one knows what happens after you leave them,
when you’re lying in bed
or sitting over your breakfast alone
and all you want to do is cry or scream.
They don’t know what’s going on inside your head
the mind-numbing cocktail of anger
and sadness and guilt.
This isn’t their fault.
They just don’t know.
And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great
when you’re really not.
And this makes everyone feel better.
Everybody but you.