"Unseen Pain"

There is a story of the life I have lived and of the smile you only got to see. When I am alone, I learn the art of convincing myself— and the skill of appearing fine to the outside world. Look, to reach a temple, how much beating and pain a stone endures before becoming a god worthy of worship, before reaching its destiny. And I—being human how could I stop, exhausted, at the very first step of the journey? Yes, I must endure people’s thoughts, their “oh dear” and their “that’s enough now.” Look even while bearing pain every single day, do you think my heart is made of stone? This heart of mine that feels nothing no matter what— can it truly be exchanged for another?