Everyone sees, but not everyone knows. Outward appearance always reveals the inner workings of an individual. I can remember when people were concerned about others, but not really because smiles turn to whispers as soon as one turns the corner. I fight alone. No cheering section. No allies, and this appears to be the portion the individual has been given. Tears, fears, despair, and eventually addiction, because the individual knows no other way, but even in this there is hell. There is a better way, it just has to be found and lived.