I can't be truthful in real life anymore. I feel like everyone is watching me and I feel like I have to perform perfectly. So far, as long as I smile, no one knows. No one knows that the nightly nightmares are back, that my thoughts are over powering my instincts to live, that my skin on my arms are itchy.

No one knows because they will take away my freedom, my choice. They will do what *they* see is best, and lock me away.

What if I don't want help anymore? Oh wait, I'm crazy, so I don't know what I want, only they do.