Swallow. Choke it down. They don't really want your truths after all. When they ask how you are, it is all just a test to see how well you keep the words clenched between your teeth. If you bite down on them hard enough, it starts to look like a smile.

Hidden. That's what you are. Your true self is locked away. It is the mask they truly seek anyway. The face you wear in a crowd. The one they find most appealing. That is who they want to keep around.

Guilt. It is all that you feel. When you question all reality, you know that you are not even real. It is your own fault you can not heal wounds left on a ghost. You've doomed yourself to this eternal damnation, somewhere in-between who you are and who you could have been.