Faking is my specialty;
Didn't you know?
I fake everything,
Everywhere I go!

That smile you saw?
Wasn't that so perfect!
That twinkle in my eye
Was just so terrific!

That laughter at your "joke";
My, that was a performance!
The happiness I showed,
And that stress-free stance!

Everything I do is fake;
Even my own skin.
You don't see the scars;
Neither do my kin.

You don't see the pain
That lies behind my eyes;
You don't see the harm
I'm doing to myself out and inside.

You don't see my suffering,
You only see my mask;
You don't see the anger,
And you don't bother to ask.

No one really wants to know
What's hiding under there;
They only want to know
The happy, sweet, and fair.

No one sees my covered scars,
As new ones start to show;
No one sees my tears,
Nor watches the blood flow.

Why can no one see
Through my smile?
No one's even seen
The real me in a while.

I guess I'm just that good;
It is a full-time job, after all.
I wonder how I shall fake it
When I finally fall?