The pressure to be what he thinks I am builds inside my chest.

Ready to explode I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the day.

Thinking that it will be enough to sustain him, “good morning” I say.

I’m thankful for the ride to school, it buys me some time. I need my rest.

After school he expects me to be happy to see him and smile.

Sure I am, but it has been a long day. I don’t have the energy to show it.

I feign a quick happy glance and tell him of my day, just a little bit.

I need to lie down and take a break, just for a little while.