We have all dealt with pain that we don't always wear on our sleeves. We paint on a smile to not burden others with our reality. It's never an easy feat. Why do we so readily listen to the pain of others and never think it a burden, yet we find it hard to share because we don't want to burden others? How many times do we suffer in silence to not inconvenience those around us or is that just an excuse to hold it in so we don't fall apart?