It's All An Act

Your standards of me are set,
I know them without blinking an eye or even having to ask.
The exact same things everyone else equally expects;

Little Miss Sunshine, laughing in the rain.
Optimism, courage, brazen, above average, stunning.
Life of the party, always something to say.
Extrovert, fearless, on the go, independent.

And not once am I expected to falter from this idealist view of me, the infallible perfection that simply does not exist.

Though I play the part well.
I hold my stance without batting an eyelash.
I flash the smile you sought after.
I hold my head high while on the inside everything breaks loose.

I can not live up to what is so concretely expected, demanded, of me.

I'm admired.
I'm desired.
I'm required.

None of that is enough.
I'm wanted by all the wrong people and I'm thrown into the same sort of cycle that I send so many others into.

It's a terrible thing to know what you want and know you can't have it but even worse having so much in front of you and wanting none of it.

Arrogant girl,
one day they will all come to their senses and realize just how faulty you are.
And what then darling?
Love yourself so no one else has to.