Don’t think that when you see me that you know me. You don’t. I have secrets, fears and dreams that no one will ever know. I don’t even know some of them. You’ll never know what words, images, thoughts will put a bitter knot in my throat and chest. You won’t mean to illicit that physical response, but you will. You won’t imagine that your good news will chip away what little bit is left of a heart that has been superglued, stapled, trussed, duct tape to hold it together just a little longer. You won’t imagine that i would love to have your problems – that I would change places in a heart beat.
You will know that I AM happy for your, even I am sad for me. I will commiserate with you and help you plot revenge, solutions or just take part in a drunken night. My heart is breakable, broken, irreparable in some parts, but my mask is in tact and flawless.
Incoherent Ramblings 
Ah I relate. Hidden thoughts. I have those sometimes. Oh whatever I have them a lot.