Scratches on my skin

As I attempt to peel it

And shed the face in the mirror.

Corners of my lips pulled outward by strings

As I draw the curtains

Before anyone can see inside.

Laughter that was rehearsed,

In a neverending performance.

For they're always watching, but never listening.

Echoes of a lost child

Long gone.

Swing my arms and

Put one foot in front of the other,

Before they see

I am not who I pretend to be.

I am everyone,

And yet, 

I am no one.