People act like they want truth, honesty, everything stripped of consoling words and beautiful lies. But when the reality is thrust into their view, they can’t stand to be near you. They want what was. They want to be comfortable in their ignorance. They’d rather embrace the version of you that when asked how your day was said, “Fine.” They say they’re just looking out for you and want the old you back. You say that was not the whole me. They somehow think they know you better than you know yourself. But if they did they would have seen the tears in your eyes. They would have seen the fractured spirit. They wouldn’t have accepted that you were just being you. They would have seen that you were crying out for help–with a smile.