The Happiest Pretenders

We all do it.
That's why we're here. Those less-than-half-hearted laughs and tilting curve smiles that give away nothing and hide everything. Hide away the pain we all go through together. We are all together in our hurt and our lies and our hidden truths and those sunshine glimmers of hope that we latch on to as tightly as we can.
We all think the same.
We are God's forgotten children, his unruly brothers and sisters that will never stop making noise. You should be seen and not heard. We are the Devil's sacred ones, reveling in the hurt and pain he gives us when we are banished from the holy land of eternal happiness. Even just for a day.
Just for one day that's all we ask. All we ever wanted.
To be the golden child for one day when it was so important. To not be forgotten or neglected or left behind in that giant carpark at the zoo.
Other children's names are called over the tannoy, someone is looking for their lost little soul but it's never our name that is called out.
Never someone who is reaching out to find us.
This is it.

This is our hope and loss and regret and pain and it is all typed into a few words that mean so much to so many.
We are all the same here.
And we are loved here.
They just don't understand yet.
But here, everyone understands.


Come into the light, and we will bathe you in the warmth of recovery and happiness.