I am very unfair.
I often dream or fantasized about someone asking me what’s wrong when they can see the lie through my smile. I often hope that they can see my scars and they’ll pick me up, dust me, and put me right again.
But I don’t. I cover up, and I smile and joke and laugh so no one suspects. I’m too good of an actor, and won’t let them. So every time I’m sad again, I will smile through my tears, even though I don’t want to.
Therefore, I am very unfair.
