A cry for help.

That’s what it was, a cry, a plee, for someone to help her.

But no one saw it, no one noticed. No one could tell, see through her mask. She disquised herself a little too well.

She couldn’t say it, but she needed someone. She needed someone to hug her. Someone to physically put their arms around her, and give her a hug. A hug that meant something.

She was so good at pretending she was happy. Too good. And she hated herself for it, but she couldn’t stop.

She was scared of letting her guard down, scared of letting someone know. Scared of judgemental, misunderstanding replies.

But she needed someone. She didn’t need someone’s words, someone’s advice. She needed someone’s love, and someone’s hug.