Why do I feel that I must be perfect?
Happy and outgoing in public,
Not a care in the world.
Never let anyone see my inner turmoil.
Put on my 'People Face' for the party.
Pretty and poised,
Hiding myself away
And masking my emotions.
Smiles, no tears,
Happy, no fears.
Publicly perfect,
Perfectly private.
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