So many people ask “what’s wrong” and I always say “I’m fine” but what they don’t see are the scars disguised on my skin, the cries of agony right below the surface; the pained and broken child hiding within the confines of my soul. [I don’t bring these pains, these scars to light; I don’t want people staring with their cruel and judgmental eyes.] As each person walks away thinking “I did my good deed, I offered, I asked” smiling slightly to themselves; I turn around and whisper softly “everything.” A tear glides silently down my cheek “No one will ever understand, No one will ever truly care” Silence surrounds me, only the echo’s of my shoes on the tile floor of the empty hallway are heard. I pass endless closed doors, shut out to the world. More and more tears slip down my cheeks; suddenly I begin to run. I don’t care who sees, I don’t care who yells for me to stop; I need to get out, I need to get away from the demons who are always a half a step behind. Always hurting, forever crying; no matter how far or how fast I run I know I will never truly get away.