Masquerade

We are but empty vessels,
Walking silhouettes,
Depressed and tormented,
Fixed and cemented into lives of conformity.

We hide under our masks,
Too afraid to show we're scarred.
Compliant with societal asks,
From individuality we are barred.

We lie to each other, lie to ourselves,
Caring only of our vanity,
As we are judged first by physical beauty,
Second by popularity, and then if there's time personality.

We become lost in this dance,
Hypnotized into loosing our sensibility.
Do we truly know each other, know ourselves,
When we hide our true identity?

We are chosen based on false perceptions,
Strangers to each other we'll always be,
Our inhibition will prepare us to be the exhibition,
I'll sell myself to you if you'll sell yourself to me.

And so in this game we'll go,
Where it stops, who knows?
She knows? You know? Well I definitely don't know,
O you lost five pounds, girl it shows.
So does it stop? And with a sigh I reply, no not never,
It just keeps going on forever and ever and ever and ever.
But don't you fret,
Before you get angry, mad or upset,
You'll probably, most likely, eventually, forget what you learned, I bet,
So for life you're set!
As for me, you see, I'm a bit crazy, so it won't come quite so easily,
But I have my own remedy, ten shots of Bacardi,
Even if it merely frees me to decree I am king of the sea.
So you can see how this can be tiring, all this conspiring,
So I think I'll just step back in line, for a time, I'll be fine,
O lord, let your conforming light shine,
For though my feet are tired, I'll dance my blues away.

And as I melt back into the un-mutinous lava that is our society,
I wonder,

How long must we continue these charades,
Living our lives in a giant masquerade.