Disguises.

My heart hurts. Like a tangible, physical feeling of pain in my chest. I have people I love around me but I feel alone. And lost. At the end of the day, I roll my car windows down, blast my music, and scream at the top of my lungs while cruising 50 down a 35 road... and still I feel weighed down. It feels like there are shards of glass and ice in my chest and it's hard to breathe. Every moment I feel like I'm at the brink of tears but instead I remain stoic. Even the people I thought knew me well enough to know cannot tell what I feel from one moment to the next. I am the master of disguises and the champion of falsified emotions.