Losing My Skin

I wake up each night
As the lights are newly dying,
I put on my elaborate face
And sadly walk out the door.

I arrive at my life
Where people come to watch me,
They sit and stare at me
As all my skin falls off.

I am exposing my soul to them
While shown in bright lights,
Bare and beautiful
They don't see who I really am.

The men see a woman
Taking off her clothes for pleasure,
But that is not my story
Nor is it how I feel.

I was fired from my job
I needed the money,
So behind this fake smile
Is a tortured soul.