Silent, even to your death blow. Smiling like the clowns you are surrounded by. Laughing like an audience in a sitcom. Show no emotion other then happiness. Fool the fools.
You may want to cry. You might want to die. But you can not stop. You cannot break. You must not stop the delicate perfection.
You can be broken to a million pieces but you must not drop the mask. You could be screaming so loud your ears began to go deaf but the smile should never leave your face.
Scar your face with string to sew your smile hard or to seal your mouth shut if you have to. Perfection requires scars. Scars can be covered up with makeup and laughter. Perfection is worth everything. Your sanity. Your beauty. The earth. Your life.
Broken or alone or dead must not deter the perfection. Do not brake it or you will suffer in hell Fire forever more.
