Ive learnt not to trust my own smile. Ive learnt to make it my camouflage Slippin in and out of paper thin sarcasm, Feeling Cold in my own skin. I laugh at my own pretences. Its the only way to feel normal. To feel something. Anxious. My body is borrowed. There is no right way of doing anything. I beat myself up about what comebacks i should've used. What i shouldve said. How i should've acted.. Anxious. Paper thin. ***** face is the new rest face. On guard 24/7.