Faux Pas

In my eyes you see a smile,
my lips arc into a perfect bow.

The perfection of my smile
carefully orchestrated, complementing
the smooth ivory of my skin.

I walk confident,my head held high,
sure of myself in each step I take.

I test the distribution of my weight,
measuring the endurance of my footing.

I can feel the repressing panic making my heart beat faster,

I look around myself.
Afraid that they all know about my facade.

My smile starts to slip,
revealing the uncertainty etched in each line of my face.

I stagger, stretching my arms out to either side of me to
regain my balance.

It is too late I realize as I fall,
I had made a faux pas.