As I look in the mirror, my gaze lowers as I slowly look away

"That’s neither who I am nor the person I want to be."

Who I am on the dull surface doesn’t compare to the rainbow girl within.

Yes, I seem happy but that smile delicately painted on my face

Is simply smoke and mirrors.

The truth is, I’m afraid of the audience’s opinions

But I can’t let it be known or it intervenes with my act:

A magician never reveals their secrets.