Hit me
It's incredible.
How long you've hidden it from others. And in front of me.
But now your fake smile that you put on so skillfully is like a slap in the face for me.
It seems incredible to me how we, I, could overlook this for so long. Only now that I've been away for so long do I notice how fake your happy laugh is.
With every further day, this pretended radiance also becomes weaker.
How great must your pain have been when even you can no longer hold up the mask that hides your broken self? When you can't mend the cracks it got?
You are special. You always have been. I wonder how many others could still stand upright like you.
Certainly not many. Many would then only take care of themselves, sink into self-pity, but you don't want to worry anyone. That is why you wear this false cheerfulness day in and day out. To calm us down and protect us.
Now I am no longer blinded by it. I will not be alone anymore. I will be by your side in your inner struggle, no matter what!
I owe you that.