I scream but no one can hear me, I’m alone in a room full of people. Society, scrutinizing my every move… My mind racing with all the things that could happen, overthinking every small detail of my life. Plastering over my cracks, covering my imperfections with a perfectly rehearsed laugh as I try not to cry. Only until I’m alone at night, I don’t have to hide behind this mask of happiness. Finally, I can wipe away this makeup of perfection and allow the tears I spent so long suppressing to finally surface. Practicing my fake smile for tomorrow. I’m a perfectionist, and if I have to fake it till I make it, then so be it. But alone I sit wishing I was as perfect as I looked… as I tried to seem. I’ll play the part until they see through my masquerade. I’ll be perfect till I’m not.