You are imperfect.

Yet, you cannot help it.

The mistakes you made.

The debts you paid.

All hidden behind a marvelous masquerade.

They love the look of you.

Yet, they have not a clue.

The things you have done.

It would definitely stun.

So, you hide.

In fear of your pride.

Hoping no one sees what is truly inside. 

You know it is too hard.

To stay on guard.

But, It will only drag you down to the graveyard.