I'm sad, but nobody knows. They all think I'm okay, that I'm living a life filled with joy and laughter. But that's just an illusion, a carefully crafted facade designed to conceal the pain and agony that's eating away at my soul.

I've mastered the art of deception, of pretending that everything is fine when, in reality, it's not. I've learned to wear a mask of happiness, to smile and laugh even when my heart is heavy with sorrow. But it's exhausting, this constant charade, this never-ending struggle to keep up appearances.

I've tried to open up to people, to share my struggles with anxiety and depression. But they just laugh, making jest of the pain and agony that I endure on a daily basis. They don't...