You know that feeling when you've taken a bite of too-hot pizza?
You're trying to blink the tears away and swallow in a ladylike fashion?
While still appearing to be interested in the mundane everyday conversations around you?
Because you may miss that one moment of vulnerability that might slip out unguarded,
And linger there in the moment,
Like a ghost of the true self that is hidden
Within the heart of the girl with the blue hair
Or the soul of the boy with the secret?
You’ve felt it too?
The pain of trying to keep up?
The pain of feeling like the only one with a secret self?