The ability to hide in plain sight

Is a gift and a curse.

Always doing what's considered "right",

Quenching the audience's terminal thirst.

Allowing people close enough to feel

But never allowing them inside.

Letting them believe you're real

While behind a smile, you hide.

Living day to day, just another pretty face-

Being what everyone wanted to see.

Working hard to keep up the quickening pace,

Inside wanting nothing more than to flee.

Trapped inside the world's definition of perfection

While secretly hurting, aching.

Working night and day to avoid detection,

Doing your best to hide the sanity you're lacking