Trust.

I make living with demons look so easy. I plaster a smile and say "I'm fine". My heart is racing, my palms are sweaty, my eye has a twitch. My inner child is screaming "run I'm scared" but that's not logical. There's no real danger I'm safe. But she doesn't know that.

I make it look easy.

I put my face on and go out the door when every fiber inside is screaming to stay inside. The whole time out wishing I was home I'm bed under the covers safe, safe from this cruel world.