fake

everyday i am sad. i don't know what triggers it, i don't know why i am sad. but everyday i am constantly reminded by those around me, my mother in particular, that my sadness is not warranted. i have nothing to be sad for, so therefore i am wrong. i have no reason to feel empty or lonely because i am surrounded by everything that anyone could ever want, she says. my sadness is not real. my sadness is fake and no one will believe me when i tell them that i am suffering. therefore i will suffer in silence, alone. i will not reach out, i will not try to solve any issues that are going on in my heart or my head. i will suffer in silence, alone.