The pain that everyone felt inside them. The pain they are all so familiar with.
What they don't know, is that I, am going through the pain, again and again, every single day. I managed to keep up my 'mask' for so long, that poker face that I made sure no one else saw through. Not because I didn't want to, but I couldn't. It's because I understand the pain so well,that I know I cant inflict it onto others, that I cant tell others.
In the end, I'm still running away from my own problems, nothing is going to change.

I'm just too weak and naive.