But no can fully understand the level of pain I suffer.
Smiling to hide the the sadness.
Laughing to mask the tears.
Being alone everyday, everywhere so they won’t see my troubled face.
So they won’t know the side of me only few know.
So they won’t see the tears I cry, won’t hear the quiver in my voice.
So they’d just see me as the always-smiling, always-happy-and-mischievous prankster.
And every night, as I lie on my bed, I see the words plastered at the wall.
No one can remove hurt but Allah.
And every night, I pray for Allah to remove the hurt weighing me down.
So I pray and pray and pray.