You’ve perfected the art of pretending—smiling when you’re falling apart, laughing when you’re breaking inside. It’s like you’ve learned how to wear a mask so well that no one even knows it's there. Maybe you think it makes you stronger, that if you can fool the world, you can fool yourself, too. But I see it. I see the cracks in your smile, the moments where the act slips and your true self barely gets a chance to breathe.