”you look fine to me.”

I wear a mask.
A mask of kindness, a mask of hope.
A mask with a smile.
It shields me from showing my weaknesses, my pain.
It protects me from comments, judgments.
But I feel it still.
Almost every time it hurts me.
But there are days when I am dead on the inside. 
No pain, no tears.
Just a fake smile and a lied ”I’m fine” to the question ”How are you?”.
People will not ever understand this.
I build my walls high.
My skin is though.
You can break me down,
But I will rise, twice as fast.
I will not let you get the best of me, for I have no hope left to be taken by you.
Have fun.
Make me hollow.
Enjoy the game.
After all, I'm not sick to you.
You think nothing is wrong with me.
But look again, here I am, 
Broken and shattered by one comment, five words.
”you look fine to me.”