I have to take medicine for the pain.

The tears that ran down my face

over and over in the same place,

left an invisible stain

on my pillow and on my skin.

You can see it if you look hard enough.

Sometimes it shows in my eyes,

in the moments between my disguise.

Before I realize someone's watching they call my bluff.

My false strength is wearing thin.

"How are you?" has become my cue

for telling people, "I'm fine,"

and repeating that deceiving line

until not only I believe it but it becomes fully true.

I won't let the darkness win.