The Fame.

Outside i'm presentable. I come off up pretty main stream.
The moment I open my mouth you second guess me.
Then there's the moment I let a secret slip.
After a few too many drinks the monster unleashes.
I'm not what appears to be.
Behind the shutters I fall apart.
I have a story that I don't even know the ending to.
There are scars in between my curves.
Bruises on top of laugh lines.
Tears tangled within my hair.
I come off clean but my front is cheap.
My drive in being normal is unrealistic.
This is who I am.
These memories.
These men.
These rejections.
These addictions.

I wouldn't have it anyway.
Disaster is what I call home.