The rock that livez inside me

People say analyzing things its a way of relaxation or a way to understand things completely, the thing is that when you analize every single part of yourself you might not like it and Im not talking only about physical looks because we know no one is ever truly satisfied with themselves, I am talking about whats in the inside.

Inside myself is this little rock shaped as a heart, this rock wasnt always there, in fact its growing more and more and getting harder and harder to scratch. I dont always think about this rock but when I do remember about this “little” rock, its when I fall apart because even tho its not visible, I feel it and thats the thing, I hate being the only one feeling it and off course no one realize that I have this huge rock inside me. So while this rock its destroying me on the inside, I still smile on the outside and no not from happines, I just dont really want people to know my secret. I dont fully understand this rock because sometimes its kinda abscent and sometimes its just always there. I just know that I wish people could see this rock in order to completely understan why I am the way I am.