You ask if I'm okay.
I say I'm fine.
But do you even really look?
Look at the pain in my eyes?
Or is my facade impenetrable?
I guess I've mastered my mask.
Hiding my feelings.
Never saying what I need to say.
The words run dry on my tongue.
It's like a desert in need of a little rain.
But the rain does not help the words.
But leak from the eyes.
Stream down the face.
Just to be wiped away.
I guess that's when my facade slips.
When you can see passed.
But can you learn to see the signs before the rain comes pouring down?
-Kat, May 10, 2015