A Masquerade Ball Scene; Take 1

I walk the hallways in my school I see old faces New faces Tan faces Black But no white faces Real faces are even more rare There goes the jock with A sad story of loneliness behind his laughter There goes the girl who’s always in style With name brand clothing, but hates her looks There goes the emo kid who listens to metal because She’d rather hear the clashing of instruments than the lies of the world There goes the pothead that began smoking at thirteen And can’t stop because it’s the only way he can Escape his parents’ abuse Lies are milk chocolate that melt in the Mouths of these kids in the hallways It’s what they feed off of And their smiles are masks That cover up all of the hurtful truths These smiles They’re worn like the army style cargos Like toms and jean jackets that everyone has Facades are in fashion And they’re spreading like a disease; Consuming all of the teens of America But I bow down to these fashionistas in the new pop culture Because I’ve been to Broadway and seen Mary Martin act like Peter Pan Stephanie Leigh act like Mary Poppins Sierra Boggess act like the Little Mermaid And their characters no longer exist once they’re off stage So I applaud to those that act like they’re somebody they’re not Day after Day For they have made the world their stage And their life is a show that is always in action Where the term “cut” doesn’t exist And so I’ll just sit back and enjoy the show As I witness the Complete Deterioration Of all that was once Real