Walking façade

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid that if someone ever viewed me through a microscope -

No, not even that, just a magnifying glass would do, heck a keen eye -

They'd find that I'm a crumbling structure, an old marble statue trembling under its own weight, full of façades:

A lie here, a fake smile there, an "alternative truth" at every other corner.

A statue, and yet no masterpiece of art. Instead, I'm the master plan for a great work of architecture which is never realised and then called fantastical by future generations.

I am full of ambitions and dreams, truly as bright as the stars locked in that dark prison.

I'm afraid that if they truly viewed me too closely, scrutinised me with the slightest skepticism, I'd crumble into dust entirely.