"In your eyes, I'm so picture perfect. In your the grass is greener. Have you seen it through my eyes?" -10 Years, 'Picture Perfect'.
Only thing this facade of mine has done is create the image of a person who doesn't exist. A person who's never existed. A person some look at in inspiration, others in irritation that someone could go day to day without even raising their voice once.

"Not even a frown? Your life must be great, huh? You have no idea what pain really is, do you?"

Yeah, I must be pretty happy. That would explain the hospital stays, enough medication bottles to fill a hefty bag and all the empty alcohol bottles in my trash. I'm just a happy go-lucky kind of person who gets plastered so I can survive the rest of the day and sleep without dreaming so I don't have another flashback. I'm not in pain, never have been. Wouldn't know it if it happened to me. I'm obliviously happy and ignorant to pain/suffering.

Excuse me while I go skip my *** down the sidewalk and wave hello to everyone on the block.