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

 

 

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