Oh the glorification of it;
How easy it is to hide.
Turn your head to the side.
Do not look, do not cry.
It is easy, if you wish it to be.
The dimples glow and eyes light up.
A show-for everyone to see.
I know nothing of how I perfected this. 
Is it others you fool-
Or yourself?
It matters not, it is fine.
At the end of the day, a fine line-
But it is comforting, I suppose.
I don't know-
I just know it works.
A little white lie, a little light. 
As long as it works, you see.
I suppose it keeps me going.
So, let it be.