Charade

Look at me I'm twenty five
I'm on top of the mountain
I'm touching the sky
I look out the window
and see people looking in
Wishing they had a life like mine.
But when the lights go off
and I'm alone in the dark
They don't see the smile fade
Nobody ever sees
Beyond the colourful parade.
I'm living the dream
that you read in fairytales
when you were a little girl
But you're not so little now
And you should know better
There's no such thing as perfect
but a perfect charade.

-Viv 21.03.10