pretending in front of the camera,
watch the camera flashes,
put on our best smiles,
and cover up our unhappiness.
our emotions are just like makeup,
removable and replaceable.
smear on foundation,
to cover our frustrations.
apply lipstick,
to cover our frowns.
we are like figurines,
mouldable and replaceable.
made into something we are not,
to please the public.
made into something we are not,
for people's enjoyment.
bounded by a piece of paper, trapped like a bird in the cage in exchange for fame.
but is it really worth it?
