Being Fake Barbie

I wonder how the pieces will land in the end. For now I will plaster that smile on my face and seem happy for show because that is exactly what others expect of me the happy smiling never tainted girl. I figure if they saw the scared and broken but strong reality it may be too much to bare. They would run like fleas at the inaccuracy of their first observations. The truth is necessary eventually but now all need the fake Barbie they see to help continue their hope that maybe their reality is as bad as they believe.