When I get home,my parents are first to say. How was your day ?
I just smile and say it was good .
But I can't help and think why can't they see past my fake smile.
Are they really that stuipd ?
That they really can't see, that their own daughter lies right to there face. Each lie I tell, that I am really dying inside!!
For the pain is deep inside of me and the depression cause me to cry.So my pain is not very clear to see at all to them.
