Image
How easy it is,
To stand and look pretty
While taking a photo.
As I see the image that others see—
Joyful but Smart.
Peaceful but Silly.
PERFECT.
How can I live to these expectations?
They see the façade,
They see the good side,
They think they see the full me.
I can’t be everyone’s moon anymore
Shining light to everyone
While hiding my dark points.
Everyone sees me and knows who I am—
Knows what I do.
But what if the reflection of the sun goes away?
What if I have nothing to show?
To the world, I’m just an image,
A picture
of frozen happiness—
of perfection.
I get good grades.
I act like I know everything.
I act nice.
I act happy.
Yet I have no salary?
I put on a show
That everyone loves to see.
People see and enjoy
What I produce.
I’m tired of performing.
I want to show everything
Even to those who think they know me.
It’s the only thing I fear.
I can’t hide anymore.
I appreciate those who seek,
Those who know it’s only a mask
They understand that it takes too much
To make one every day.
Somedays, I give up.
I try to continue
But I run out
Of the ingredients
I use to make my life
Seem perfect.
The image—
Joyful but Smart.
Peaceful but Silly.
PERFECT.