Living a lie is the hardest thing ever to do. I'm loosing the battle with myself. Its getting harder and harder to hide the truth from those around me.I'm slipping and i cant afford to come clean. The consequences of my secret far out weigh the pain of living with it. I am forced to act like I'm ok. I smile and say I'm ok. I hide in my room building up my resolve,making sure i don't slip up when i get out there. I'm running out of places to hide. Everyone wants to know why I'm so quiet, whats going on? not knowing that they are slowly chipping away at my armour!
Truth be told, id give anything to just let it out and damn the consequences, but i have too much to loose, and yet there's so much to be gained from it.
My mum call this "the pain of growing up". Painful is exactly what my life has become!
