It kills me

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It kills me

Every day someone comes up to me and tells me "Gosh Elise, you're always so positive!" "You're always so happy!" "You always seem so happy", or something along the lines of that.
It kills me that I have to act so happy all the time when I'm anything but happy.
It kills me that they believe it, even through my obvious hints.
It kills me that nobody can help me, or even would if they could.
It kills me that I live alone in this isolated world in my head.
It kills me that I have to feel this way.
It kills me, it really does.