A chuckle left her lips as they claimed to know her. As knowing superficial facts seemingly can make up a person's whole identity. Though that's not why she was so amused. The audacity they had to make such a bold claim when they didn't know soo much. Heck, she didn't really know herself.

They knew the disguise she dressed in every morning. The countless bracelets that draped her delicate wrist were not a statement accessory. Rather cover her countless scars that she dug in her skin the night before in a desperate attempt to feel something. Wearing black head to toe not because she liked the colour. But as a means to somehow hid a body she has grown to hate.

They don't know the girl who lies in a pitch black room and cries herself to sleep as it's the only way to stop insomnia from visiting.

Having nightmares that she is walking on a sea of happiness that she can not immerse herself in. Yet the small lake made up of a multitude of tears, easily engulfs her. Suffocating her with the lies she regurgitates on a daily basis. Drowning in the same anguish she let poison her mind. 

They don't know the reasons she wears makeup is to cover the bags that have been tattoed under her eyes. From untold nights insomnia and anxiety thought to join depression and hold her hostage in her own mind. Staying awake because sleeping has become too painful. Letting toxic thoughts rot her conscious mind was more bearable than her unconsciousness visualising them in the form of dreams. Dragging her deepest and darkest thoughts, she had buried in the deepest depths of her mind, to the forefront. Then when morning inevitably comes, painting on her mask becomes a harder ordeal. Smiling becomes a strenuous task that should come naturally.

Finding excuses to drink because though some days she craves the feel something. Other days certain feeling become too overpowering. So she drinks to numb herself. But they always thought she enjoyed to drink.

A flicker of rage sparks a fire when they joke about how depressed they feel over a school assignment. Which she has to quickly put out with a forced laugh before she explodes into a blaze of fury and jealousy. Do they not understand the energy it takes to create a socially acceptable character and not express your true feelings. If insomnia wasn't exhausting her physically enough, then this portrays she acts every day was exhausting her mentally. A slow resentment grew as they take happiness for granted. While she has been left staved. Deprived of such a luxury. Bled dry of any warmth until she is a cold lifeless shell. Mimicking others in order to remind herself of how to act normal.

So she carries on living a double life. One for them and one for her. Never being able to ask for help. As if she does they will ask, "why ?". No matter how many dictionaries she scours, she can never find the words to articulate what she is feeling.

While not knowing any of this, they still claim to know her.