rare it is for you to say words from heart,
to do things out of sole sincerity
you've learnt to speak the proper, hardly the right
your mind and soul have long lost their freedom to voice
this is the way to survive
to live an easier life

grant your words total freedom
and bumpy rides will soon strike
what's the point then you might ask?
to smile when you're so unhappy
perhaps it's the benefits that your fake facade guarantees?
compensation that entails remains the only source
for you to seek consolation
to reap some rewards

hypocrite,
people may call you that
and to bear that bitter remark is never easy
again you can only bank on recompense
to do the healing job


you're tempted to stand up for yourself
but considerations of the aftermath
make you cower in fear
thus the overt condemnation
of ppl that go against the rigid convention
and the covert admiration
of their blatant act


to LOVE, to CARE, to SHARE
those are the first few things you were taught
but as you see the world for yourself
you learn to compare, compete and conform
and THAT
never requires any teaching


YOU've been moulded to be perfect for survival
to live the stereotype everyone expect of you
to develop hobbies that aren't your interests
to do things that arent's your nature


So well adapted
that you'll soon forget that you're adapting
and thus the true self will slowly make its disappearance
what's left is but an empty soul
automated to do what you've habituated yourself with,
but never to complete what you're destined to


YES
life is a party
a masquerade party
it can be hell boring or heavenly
depending very much on your ability to fit in