Don't let them see what lies in the depths of your bottomless orbs, conceal it behind contact lenses and a thousand coats of mascara. Dab concealer on to cover up those blemishes – cower behind foundation because you can't let them spot those flaws. Mask the tremble in your voice with raucous laughter and disguise the shadows which throttle you constantly with saccharine expressions and pretty, brightly-coloured smiles. Hide behind your layer of lies which hugs you so tight you can't breathe. Is that imperfect perfection I smell in the air? Or is that your fabric freshener? They're the same, anyway.