What kind of person are you when you’re not performing for the voices in your head ? Who are you when you’re all alone, when there’s no one around, when you refuse to be on display? Things start feeling more like an exhibition gallery, less like a life. Put on a smile, don’t let them in, don’t let them see the monsters in your head. No one cares, shut up, it’s okay.
If you keep it hidden long enough people will forget, they’ll forget who you were when you couldn’t smile, when you hadn’t learnt the choreography yet. They’ll forget what keeps you quiet, what keeps you kind. They’ll forget all about who you were, because it never mattered anyway. No one cares, shut up, it’s okay.
So keep smiling, no one has time for tears, stop ruining everything. Keep smiling, it’s prettier, people will like you better this way. Stop hurting, stop being so scared, it’s exhausting. The show must go on, keep performing for the voices in your head. Stop whining about your life, no one cares, shut up, it’s okay.
