It's amazing what people miss when they aren't looking. Everyone hurts, everyone has their scars.. some deeper than others, all their own story to tell if you'd just listen to them. Some scars aren't visible at all, hidden deep inside and buried under time; others are out in the open for everyone to see, but who will notice? Who will wonder? Who will speak up in this fast-paced... this impersonal world?

Bandages, smiles, secrets, lies.

How're you doing today?
Good, how are you?
Good.
~...good.~
Everything is good, Everything is fine.
I'll see you tomorrow, with the same goofy smile on my face.
Or maybe I won't. You never know... because that's just how this world works.