The Masquerade -

Think of the people you meet every day

Think of the characters they try to portray

They hide what they’re thinking hide what they feel

In an age of hypocrisy nothing is real

Faces are just curtains of stone

That hides their true feelings till they’re alone

Who can you say that you really know?

You see only the façade they wish to show

Is it that they are weak or afraid?

They live out their lives in this masquerade

They are all clowns behind a painted smile

They tried to enchant, persuade or beguile

Faceless with no thoughts or ideals

Transparent reflections, nothing is real

They cling to their idols echo their lives

But it’s only a front, a place they can hide

Their own minds suppressed from birth to the grave

Enacting their lives in this masquerade

I look at myself am I the same

I try to find out if I play the game

Which side of my soul does everyone see?

The face that I show is it really me?

There’s no way of knowing if I play a part

Is my true self left in the dark?

Am I for real, or what I am made?

Or am I just part of this masquerade?