Hopless, Helpless, Famous.

Hidden in disguise
Being someone I dispise
Fake smile, sweet and cute
Covers the truth that is on mute
Red and tearstained face
Gone without a trace
Head lifted high
Trying not to cry
Make them all feel inferior
Cause I, the one, superior
A drag of smoke in lungs
Silly pop song sung
They all think i'm perfect
I'm not trying to misdirect
This never was seen coming
But now I see what i'm becoming
I am no longer me
All and everyone can see
And we will suffer from insanity
By starving from all that is vanity
Look and laugh at all the nieve ones
Who think these aren't loaded guns.