Sometimes I feel like I am a lie.
Not my life, but myself.
Looking into the mirror I see…
Past the small-lipped grin
Past the curious eyes
I am a girl slowly, steadily
A new character every night.
I don’t want to be a new character every night. (I want to be a new character every night.)
They hear the words coming from my lips, listen to the laughs; I am the Cheshire Cat.
What am I hiding from? What am I keeping hidden, in a fortress forged by my own smile?
I don’t know. (I know, I know).
One day the fortress will come crashing down.
My fake smiles will be gone.