masquerade
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It was a wild night, even you agree;Under this Blue Moon, we dress in fashion;Whether we are rich or poor, gold or green;This night is just a human creation; Illuminate our so-called status now;Tonight, Leo's at Mars, so come with us;Let's party,
the Grand Masquerade
does not involve ballgowns
and rejects tuxedos
the Greatest and Truest
faithfully make ornate masks
of emotion, donned just as
the sun comes up and
I speak of the masks I hide behind.
It's not just me--
it's everyone.
It's anyone who wants to be accepted
for once in his or her life.
I speak of the boy who came home crying
Your true self criesYou are deemed as a nobodyYou seem fearless but bravery liesYou seek approval to be a somebody.
I find myself suffocated under this mask
The list is streaming, people-pleasing an endless task.
Wishing I could break it off, but oh how vulernable I would be
If only I could see, the world as it is.
She walks down the street
With a skip in her feet
Smiling at the people that passed her by; they turned the corner
She released a deep sigh
She waited until they were gone
And then the tears fell
If there's one phrase that's hard to say,
If there's something we don't want to think about each passing day
If there's something that would make some of us want to cry,
Wishing upon peace,
hoping no one sees me,
Taking a deep breath,
hoping no one hears me,
Walking through school campus vastly,
having fear of being stopped,
Smiling, but speaking no words,
Cookie Cutter! Cookie Cutter!
Everywhere I look, it’s Cookie Cutter!
This color’s in.
Those shoes are out.
I want to break the mold
My desire is to be bold
I long for individuality
I'm standing here, lost among a masquerade
Hiding behind my mask of secrets that I've made
The mask you ask, is it there?
Do I hide myself inside?
For me, I'm proud to say it's nowhere.
Though the mask, I mean's been tried.
I used to live behind that mask,
I knew it all too well.
They ask, "How can she not read, the message that is clearer
Being everybody else, but the girl in the mirror?"
Well read between the lines
Of her story, and you'll find...
Staring at the image of a reflection,
The glass shrouded in its entirety,
A personification of what must be.
Woke Up with my legs open
and my mind crossed.
"Boys sure do like me"
"boys like me"
"like me"
"me"
Boys like to suck me dry.
my being, my spirit, my soul;
'Be yourself.'
How?
I am so many different
People.
At the start of the day,
when the sun has not
fully awaken herself
Row upon row bekons to me
As I pass each one by I ask myself
Who will I be today?
The tired one who oozes laziness
The reluctant one who lacks self confidence
The smart aleck, the isolated one?
Today I'll wear my happy mask, because I'm feeling sad
And I've worn out my tired mask, from the weeks that I've been mad
At my friend who wears his loving mask, when he looks at her,
Rest your lips on my pillow
Embrace me a little tighter,
Dawn is approaching but there's still time to pull me closer.
Place your hand in mine,
Like a sweet caress your lips meet mine.
In the daylight, she puts her makeup on
She walks out into the world with a smile on her face
She wants everybody to believe that she’s okay
She wants the world to think the best
