you expect me to open up and i expect you to not judge me for the way i am.
you have thrown me up on this pedestal to realise how i am breaking at the seams.
you can't believe i was in pain all along.
i wonder what it tells about my ability to lie and hide.
and i wonder what it tell about you when you aren't recognising i need help even when i ask for it.
it doesn't really matter
tomorrow we will both act like this conversation didn't happen.
i will still be in pain, and u will as always be oblivious to it.