ANCHOR

We hide our insecurities inside and mask our faces with makeup and a smile

All is well if you can't tell that inside I am fighting a battle that controls me like a spell 

If I look the part then things will be okay on the outside 

I have freedom to change. 

Sometimes it's  like I'm trying to run but an anchor weighs me down

I cover it up with a smile and a few head throw back laughs. 

I am okay.