Hidden in Plain Sight

     Maybe it's hidden in plain sight - or, maybe I just don't want to see it. I've noticed that though I can't tell a lie to save my life, I'm extremely good at lying to myself. Perhaps it's because I can't see in myself the tell tale signs that people say show up on my face when I try to lie. I refuse to see the tips of my ears turning red, and a half smirk pulling at my lips. 

     It's hard to knock down a wall that you won't admit is there. I know from experience. And even if you've chipped away at it for a while, it's so tempting and too easy to slap some cement over the hole - quick and easy, and doesn't stand out to anyone unless they know what it looked like before. 

    It's funny how afraid a person can be of a question as simple as, "How are you?". How am I? How can you ask that with a smile? Most don't really want to know. You do. That's what scares me. I can't face it yet. So I mumble an answer easily blown away by the cold wind, and hurry inside.