You see her in the store, at work, or on the streets. She seems okay, looks happy. You pass by and ask how her day is. You get a standard answer and just keep walking as if it doesn't matter. But have you ever thought it could all be a front? Is she really okay or is she hiding her pain under a mask?

The girl behind a closed door is a whole different person. She acts tough when she sees you but under all of that toughness is a girl who is breaking inside. Her world flipped upside down and was thrown around.

She gets home, goes to her room and closes the door. Once that door is closed she breaks. Her world was fine and then there was a crash. Everything is slowly falling apart now. The door is closed and the tears begin. They don't stop. They flow like a river and never slow down. She screams and cries out but no one can hear her.

The tears flow day and night. The sadness is overwhelming and overbearing. No one understands what it's like for her. The constant covering up her pain is killing her inside. She tries over and over to get better and be better but nothing helps. She wants to talk to someone but doesn't know how. The closed door stays closed until the tears become dry.

The silence brings more pain. The boredom strikes and she feels like she's been hit by a tsunami. The voices in her head control the sadness and pain. She doesn't know what to do anymore. The world is moving on without her, she's stuck. Stuck in a point of paralysis. The tears are flowing faster than ever and she can't breathe. Now sick to her stomach she doesn't know what to do. The tears flow until she falls asleep.

She wakes up for a new day. The tears begin to flow because she realizes none of this was a dream but it is reality. He is gone while she is still here. Nothing in this world feels right. She would do anything to be with him. This new day brings more sadness but another day of work is ahead. The tears are dried up, the door opens and back into the world she goes. The face is blank once more, a grin comes across her face and she is ready to face the unkind world another day.

Another day, another mask. Is she really okay?