'Is everything okay?' She asked with a sense of duty not care.

This tells me that even the deepest of pains cannot be concealed. Humans know humans.

All those wasted hours I spent on pampering my appearance to hide behind a mask of beauty have been wasted.

My reflection routine of practising the performance of emotions must have been ineffective.

In response I say, ‘yes I’m okay!’ trying desperately to regain my voice to a lively and innocent nature. Not a tortured and tired one.

I see her mirror my forced smile. I am aware I have done no fooling.

Maybe I should’ve asked why she considered asking such a question.

Are. You. Okay?

Such simple yet strong words.

These are the very words that can save or break people.

On the receiving end you have a big decision to make. To open or to be closed.

Out of a sense of self-protection I instinctively flow into a closed response.