Shall I compare you to a night out?

As soon as you step out of your house,
You are an ever-present smile
Which, instead of lighting up the sky alone,
Chooses to be a mere companion
Of your chiseled made-up face,
Caked with products to hide your
Perfect imperfections
That only you seem to notice.

Prancing around in your best clothes
Doesn't portray who you really are; 
But rather displays who you wish to be:
Another one of the bunch without any 
Personality and style;
Following trends like cookie cutters,
Those which make delicious desserts of perfect appearance
That, however, are somewhat homogeneous
And therefore,
Boring.

Leading an army of people that
Doesn't fight for you at the end of the day,
Avidly greeting anyone with a familiar face,
Although you might not even get on well,
Just to get a feel of what being popular is, 
When all you really are is 
as fragile 
as
reputation
itself.

You are like the two faced coins you use to pay for
The night's liquid courage,
Used to sweep that introverted self of yours
Under the rug,
Consequently doing things that you might not remember
When the sun comes up.

You are as bright and colorful as the lights inside the clubs
And as loud as the music blasting from the speakers
You just have to listen to yourself and
Find you true voice,
Learn to love your rhythm
instead of looking for another bar
to frequent
That isn't your own.