Choking, suffocating, tearing away skin to break through—

Your insecurities, your fears, wounds cut open anew,

Cracking, breaking, falling without a sound—

Your morals, your self-worth, never sticks around,

Disappointed, ashamed, it’s all part of the game--

Your smile, your frown, is your name known through a crowd?

Crawling, running, away from your mistakes—

How does it feel to be the biggest fake?