Reality

All i hear are Followers chanting my name In my hand I hold a pen that indicates how far i've come Am happy on the outside but inside it isn't the same I feel powerful outside but inside I am weak. Let them praise me ,let them follow their leader Whom they think is fearless and flawless Haa if only they knew how fearful and flawed she is In a way I am doing them a favour by wearing my masks I give them hope and courage ,most of them want to be me I guess I am a hero and that's one thing am proud of Gosh I feel encapsulated I can not breathe The pressure is some unbearable , I feel like I am carrying a bus. What happens behind closed doors kills me If only they how not so glamorous this room is They would die , I can not imagine what will happen The reality is that the crystals are only white on the outside but dark on the inside