I Am Not Who They Think I Am

I feel like a different person each time I leave this prison inside my head. I end up pretending to be upbeat and cheery because those attitudes are fitting for my appearance. If I look desolate and emotionless, people will question my mental health. I don't want sympathy. I don't want to be told that I'm fine. I don't need to be made aware of this because I know who I am, what stares at me in the mirror. I'm an empty shell, one that is aware of the lies told and the secrets kept. I don't trust, but I seem that way. I don't have an innocent view of the world, but people beg to differ what they see in me. When I am accused of pretending to be broken, I shut down and the act begins. After all, they always told me I was a good actress.