A facade of what you want me to be.
You want nice, I am perfectly pleasant
You want smart, I am intelligent
You want silent, I am mute
When people need me I am there
If I am sad and they need someone happy I am ecstatic
If I am irritated and they need someone patient I am the essence of patience
That is what I do.
I am an illusion; I am someone that adapts to survive
Too many times I’ve sat unhappy with my action but pleased someone else is pleased
It’s my natural high, through the years I have been on this addictive drug
I want to say:
Now it’s my turn
I want to be loud, I will be obnoxious
I want to be silly, I will be goofy
I want to be lethargic, I won’t even move
No more of the compliance.
No more of the mask I wear for people.
This world does not comply for me, this world shapes me.
I am an illusion, so good at what I do.
I even have myself fooled.