Emotions on my sleeve

It was a normal Friday. I was sad just like any other day. I slipped into my light blue shirt and black leggings. I looked into the mirror at myself with a grim look on my face. I sighed in disappointment at the fact I'm wearing blue again. I slowly walked downstairs with my head down. I sit at the table with the rest of my family. My mother on one end, wearing a bright pastel yellow color. She's happy today. My father at the other end. He's wearing grey. He's tired and worn out. His job is a lot of work. He's here for breakfast then he's gone in a flash. My little brother sat across from me. He's wearing a green shirt. He's sick today, but then again he's been sick for the past week. I hate that we wear our emotions on our sleeves. Now I hear everyday "Hey sweetie are you alright today?" "It's okay to not be okay hun, Just breathe and you'll have a brighter day tomorrow." I hate thus more than anything.