Stoical, that's me.
I hide my feelings. I hide behind my seemingly happy and positive personality when in reality, I have so many problems. No one knows about my parents, or my siblings, or my ADD or my dyslexia, or my anxiety, or even that I'm a banshee. I don't need to tell people because I've become strong enough to hold all of my secrets, plus many more. I know i will become overwhelmed and break at some part. I don't know what I will do when that happens, but until then, I'm gonna smile, laugh and be there for others. I'm gonna ignore my problems until I forget about them. I'm gonna be the friend who is always positive. I can give great advice to people because I've been through so much, I have come up with a lot of solutions. I don't sleep. I'm always to stressed. I can't sleep when my parents are arguing, my brother is in pain, my sister is crying, my other sister is running away, the voices in my head getting so loud I can't separate my thoughts from theirs. I don't cry, I ran out of tears awhile ago. I'm sure I still have some, but what's the use. Crying is a way of showing emotion, but no one cares. So I'll save my tears for a time when I give up, no one will care then either but at least a part of me will not be carrying a burden.
This is me.
The girl who is happy and nice.
The girl who is there for you.
The girl who never crys.
This is me.
The girl who is overwhelmed.
The girl who is slowly giving up.
The girl who hides behind her smile.
The girl who endures, suffers, and still goes on.

This is me.
This is Isabelle.
This is my life.