Circus

Time for the party,
Lets pretend to be smarty,
And to look cool lets be tardy.

Lets dress up for halloween,
Lets look all mean,
Lets be the worst the world has seen.

We look in the mirror,
And when we stare we have to look nearer,
As if we saw a new us, someone clearer.

And we put on our blush,
Which is just meant to give us a rush,
Just to make others believe we have blushed.

And then we put on our costume,
We want to impress and look awesome,
As if we had just blossom.

And for that night the world believes,
And we feel achieved,
So, we breathe.

The costume is tight on you,
But its not like anyone has a clue,
and to forget you drink more booze.

It comes to the end of the night;
And you scared many, thats right,
Its as if you could have started a fight.

And as you try and pull down the zipper,
The costume doesn't come off and you try it quicker,
And the zipper breaks and you suddenly become a kicker.

The costume has become part of your skin;
And now you've become what it is, within,
Nothing to do but just give in.

Your make up is as well stuck like a mask,
And no matter what you do it really will last,
Aren't you happy now? You've become part of the cast.

We scream because we want to get out,
But the smile painted on your face leaves you in doubt,
You feel like you just want to shout.

But the costume restrains you from moving in the wrong way,
It keeps you from running away,
And it makes the world believe in who you are for another day.

And yet you are trapped,
But still the world clapped,
In the inside it just felt like you were slapped.

And while looking in the mirror,
You fight with yourself to get out of the costume,
You take all the fake away.

You stare at your reflection; you take a knife and destroy the costume,
Then you hear a BOOM!,
And then you notice your reflection has not moved.

Consumed in a world of appearance,

we chose to be adherent,

And start becoming incoherent.