Frie-ENDS

I hear the squeals the unrestrained laughter
I hear the hushed tones the whispered chatter
I witness blinding bright smiles
But stare into cold unforgiving eyes
The mouths that encourage and praise
So swift to judge and to berate
I'm living a lie a very clever one at that
My tight smiles my rehearsed hair flip
My husky voice my mechanically pouted lip
Just to fit in amongst them to maintain my position
But I know I'll be alone in the midst of opposition
A victim of a lie cold numb gone