I hate this feeling. 

"I'm fine." I said, that horrible tight feeling in my throat. I bit my lip and tried to smile a little bit. I have these... Demons. They live in my head and feed on my fear. They destroy me, and I have to walk around like there is nothing wrong. Fake smile- Check. Poker Voice- Check. Disguise for my true feelings- Check. I put these demons into a perfect cut out that makes me seem normal. I am not normal. There is something wrong, and I hate that I can't tell anyone about it. I fear telling someone. Last time I did I was subjected to therapy, pills were not an option for me. I refused it all. I don't want help, I know how to act, and how to hide my true feeling. But as soon as someone sees the demons in their true forms I will break. I'm sure of it.