You wanna know why I stand as tall as I do? Why I look so proud? Why I have this stupid mask up? Why, even with all that, I look away when you look me in the eyes? Because I don't want you to see the real me. Because I don't want you to know how much I actually slouch. I don't want you to see how ashamed I am. I don't want you to see how broken I am underneath all this painted happiness. Because you don't need to know all...