I hate that question...'How are you?'
How do you answer? Because more often than not the person who is asking is asking to be polite and requires a mere 'Im fine!' Before moving onto the next person. So inevitably you bite your tongue (literally) smile and give them the reply they wanted when they set about asking you the question in the first place.
I suppose telling them that every day you open your eyes and hold back the dread and tears, because it seems you have no choice but to live another day. That giving them that all important smile and polite greeting actually physically hurts you, because more than anything you want to shout, scream and run around them in the hope that they will notice you.
That one day you hope someone will look you in the eye and finally see what you've been hiding all this time, because thats all it would take. If they just looked directly into your eyes they would be able to see the scars and the burning hatred you hold for yourself.
I suppose though thats not what they would have you do, the truth is better left where its always been...hidden.
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