What is a mistake often made about me?
People tend to assume that I am happy. I smile, I joke, I laugh. But inside, where it counts, I'm not always happy.
What I am is a scared little girl trapped in a cage being poked, prodded, and molested by Doubt, Fear, and Worry; being fed Anger and Resentment, and given only Lies to quench her thirst. I am so very far from happy.
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