facade
an image no one can see
shakes inside my mind
I must maintain the look
and cannot fail this time
safe only in dark indoors
afraid of the invisible fan club
stand in front of the mirror
stare at your grub
I feel a pressure
only my fear can feel
created in my busy mind
until it pushes for real
examine each hair
straighten and align
I cannot let down the crowds
I must be my fine
cool, hip
dressed to not look like a douche
find my only little style
no one else wants to push