Imagine,
Imagine dancing, not a care in the world,
Just spinning,
Twisting,
Rolling and bending naturally in your own mind,
Throwing yourself around to you  own drums.

Now imagine this scene rewritten slightly,
You must do exactly what your told,
In this exact sequence,
In this exact way.
Paint in a new smile,
A mask of makeup and perfection.
No longer are you in control.
The crowd applauding while your in the brink of tears.
This is no longer you showing you,
This is you showing what everyone wants you to.
Pretend to be perfect,
Be polite and always keep a nice grin.
Even if it kills you inside,

At least everyone else is happy with you,
Proud parents,
friends jealous of your  'talent'.
And they can't tell that your already dead.