The loneliness we feel inside is amplified by not being alone on the outside. Every smile that is fake, makes you break. Just a little bit more. And then some more. Until you crumble to dust and hide in the cracks of your being. Bleeding internally and drowning in the wounds on your soul that keep oozing ugly yellow and green puss. And on the outside, you look composed and put together. And the Oscar for best performance goes to… all of us who keep pretending, all of us who keep being functional day in and day out… to all the strong ones and survivors.