Every morning I wore a smile like a mask. To my classmates , I was the quiet girl who rarely caused trouble . To my teachers , I was just another name on the attendance register . Nobody saw what was hidden behind the smile I carried .
Inside , I was falling apart. At night, tears soaked my pillow, but by morning I wiped them away and pretended as if nothing had happened. I laughed when people laughed,nodded when people talked and whispered "I'm fine" whenever anyone asked how I was. It was easier to hide than to explain.
Sometimes , the pain grew too heavy, and I would scribble in my diary. The words I never spoke to anyone found a home on those pages .
"Why does nobody see me ?"
"Maybe I don't matter at all".
"I'm so tired of being strong when I feel so weak inside."
"If only someone could understand...."
In class , I tried to keep up with the lessons , but my mind was heavy. Words on the blackboard blurred into shapes , and number slipped through my memory. While others dreamed of marks and ranks, I silently wondered if I even deserve to dream at all.
Surrounded by people, I still felt alone . my smile Became my second skin , and my silence became my shield .
Behind the smile lived a girl full of doubt, fear, and unanswered pain. A girl who wanted to scream but had no voice. A girl waiting for someone to look past the mask and see her truth .
And then , one day , someone did....!!!!