Don't.

Blind Faith by J Jen

Don't think for a moment that Mich is not capable of analysing situations.
Don't think for a second that she is not observing the ongoings.
Don't think that Mich's smile depicts nonchalance.
Don't think that Mich is a pampered, whiny princess. That is only a guise where few, if any, are able to peel away the layers.
Don't trivialise Mich's problems because you think you know their nature.

You don't.

Let me tell you this.

Whatever Mich faces, she'll never tell anyone.
Whatever Mich is frustrated with, she will never display her emotions.
Whatever Mich encounters, the sympathy card will never be endorsed by her.
Whenever Mich is hurt, she recoils into her own private world, where prying eyes do not reach.
Whenever Mich is weak, she turns to God for strength to endure the trial.

Acquaintances aplenty,
Laughter incognito.
Friends a bunch,
Trusted ones a trickle.

Tears, Mich has stopped.
Not a single shall be shed for that very reason.

Stoicism to others,
Cold to one.
Singular quixotic strain bound for the next stop,
Bypassing Mich.

She has learnt the hard way.

Do not assume, at a glance, you know Mich.
Because nobody does.

Not even herself.