Fearing the most, dodging the least

Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself,
and covered with a perfect shell,
such a charming beautiful exterior.
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes
and perfect posture, but you're barely scraping by.

This is one time
that you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone or anyone at all.
And the grave that you refuse to leave,
the refuge that you've built to flee,
the places you have come to fear the most.

Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself,
and hidden in the public eye.
Such a stellar monument to loneliness.
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes
and perfect makeup but you're barely scraping by.
And you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone or anyone at all.
And the grave that you refuse to leave,
the refuge that you've built to flee,
the places you have come to fear the most.

*** I was singing this en la manana. I'm continuously fascinated by how quickly things change. In an instant, the blinking of an eye, the flipping of a switch, the... the... something else that's really, really fast. I dunno. This isn't going to make sense today. I almost don't want it to make sense. In my life, right now, when everything else (almost) seems to be making sense, I don't want this to make sense because I don't necessarily feel like putting the effort into making it make sense. Does that make sense?*sigh*

Tomorrow is Friday. FRIDAY. VERDES. Wow. This week has gone by rather swiftly