I see you.
I see how you struggle with all that pain that your double personality brings you. I see your true-self and who you have been forced to be for having money and good genes.
I see how you are trying to escape every family meeting where you are being praised by your parents in front of all your family. Yes, those parents who don’t even have time to have dinner with you because they are too busy working. Those parents that are the first ones to tell their friends about your successes before even congratulating you.
I see how you lie to yourself and constantly try to convince everyone that you are indeed happy. Always smiling with those white, shiny straight teeth that every girl in high school also sees, making your pain a shadow that only I get to see.
I see how you always hide your insecurities when your friends come around at lunch, because that’s expected from you. Never ill. Never had a bad hair day. Never even in a sad mood.
I see you. The real you.
But sometimes, I wish you could see me too…