Broken

(sorry, this isn't my best, just something I kind of threw together at the time. Hope you like it!)

"Are you alright?" the voice is kind and genuine, but I can't help feeling spiteful towards the speaker. The words are screaming in my head 'NO! I'm not alright! I've never been "alright" okay?!' but I keep quiet. A few shuddering breaths and I've regained my stature, I acknowledge her presence with a quick nod of my head, in fear that if I speak my mask may slip. The mask I've worn for so long, hiding all these raging emotions, keeping them locked deep inside me, bottled up. The mask that's been there so long, I'm not sure who I'd be without it. The very same mask that people are so used to, their afraid of what could be behind it, so no one ever tries to get it off. "Kass," the woman bends down to my height as I sit, perched lightly on my bed, "if something's bothering you-" I work up the nerve to finally meet her eyes shielding my feelings from her sight.
"I'm fine mum, really." she frowns, concerned, and unbelieving, but sighs reluctantly, knowing she will not get anymore that that out of me. "Alright." you can hear the unwillingness in her voice as she places a gentle hand on my shoulder. "If you need anything," she moves slowly towards my door. "I'm right downstairs..." I nod to her attempting somewhat of a smile. She nods in return, biting her lip as she looks at me with worried eyes. With a final sigh, she steps out and closes the door, I release a breath of relief falling back on my bad as my pent up emotions begin to form into tears. My door creaks open, jackknife to my feet, caught off guard. My mum pokes her head through the crack, "Are you sure nothing's wrong?" I blink hard ridding my appearance of any trace of my truly unstable state of mind, "Fine. I'm fine." annoyance flickers momentarily on my face which is enough to get the message across. She puts her hands up in surrender, "Okay, okay, just checking." I try my best to reassure her with my expression, feigning sanity for her sake. She closes the door behind her, I call out "I'm fine!" once I hear the lock click, I wait a moment or two before collapsing against the wall my bed sat against. "Fine," I scoffed "anything but." I could feel my state of wellness rapidly declining, just in that instant. 'Fine' hid so much from everyone. Fine never just meant fine. In fact, I do believe it meant everything but 'fine'. But for me 'Fine' especially meant Broken.