I wake up every morning to wear a smile
Bath off the scams of my tears
And dress up to cover my wounds
With confidence and pride..
I respect myself so much to expose my body to the public
I am smart enough to know that I don't need public approval to be human
Yes, I fake it all for the audience
I deny them the pleasure of rejoicing over my fountain of tears
I deny them the audacity to spite at me with my weakness
Because I do not need anyone to pity me
I do not need them to process my image as a model of shame
Or use my name as a psuedonym of pain
Oh, yes! I fake it all for the audience
I powder my face
And colour my cheeks
I define my beauty with "external blingers"
To make up for my internal destruction
Yes, I fake it all for the audience!
