Life is a masquerade. Nobody ever gets to know the real you. Your name, your age, your mask, and your identity are different each time. One day your Miss.Popularity, shimmering with glee. The next your Mr.Shadow, hiding in the dark. You think you know some one, and every thing about them; yet they don't even know your real name. You smile on the outside, with every force of will. On the inside your lost and confused. You spin around doing the same dance over, and over again. It's just a dark dizzy marry-go-round. You've seen death right before your eye's, flashing quicker than a speeding bullet; yet others are scarred more worse. Your separated from your loved ones, the feel of love is forever gone with the memories. The moonlit sky grows dark above your head, while you spin around faster, and faster with a stranger. Your heart beat skips quicker with each step you take. You hide behind your mask, just if you where hiding from your life. By day your mask is tightly on, smiles of glee sparkle in the light. Yet by night your mask is still smiling, with you on the inside crying tears brighter than the stars in the sky. You pull, and tug, yet the mask is still there. It never comes off, never comes undone; you've worn it to much that it's cemented to your face.
You look around the brightly lit room, seeing other's laughing, and dancing with their fake little masks. They can't look right through you, the mask is thicker than a brick. What's hidden is hidden, for you to only know. But wait what's this? A new song has taken place, a new dance to dance along with another chance. You fake your smile, and turn a sharp turn. this dance is easier, than the last. Less spins, less turns, true love is finally found. You see her fall in to his arms, but the darkness that lies behind him you despise. Every one is put in to a trance, they think this love will finally last. The moon grows darker, with your eyes of rage. This can't be happening to me, you think. Another step, another turn, no day has gone by with out a tear of pain. It burns your skin behind your mask, with fire ragging tin your eyes. Your pain is turned to hate, and your hate has turned you in to a monster. The hopes, the dreams, the life you've always wished for; are gone forever. Other's would say "I told you so." As they think that they are in charge.
You take a deep breath to prove them wrong. Your heart is full of passionate rage, but your mind is spinning to quick to concentrate. You wish you could speak, yet your lips are sealed shut.
You begin to turn the tables, for the joke is now on them. Taking your partner, you begin to take the lead. He tries to get it back, but you are now in control. Spinning around the room, faster than time. You feel your power of control, the one thing you've always wanted to feel. The feelings of depression has been pushed aside, for the shoe is now on the other foot. With a quick glance, you turn the other way. Spinning, and spinning, with control in your hands. Others begin to think they can finally see through you, yet they don't even have a single clue. Dip, turn, twirl, was the pattern they all followed. Instead you mix it up with a step, twist, dip.
The music is faster now, with hopes that others will finally see you for you. Turning, and spinning, the others begin to stare. Will you stop, or take more control? Your sick of the lies, sick of the whispers, and most of all sick of the pain you feel in your heart every day when you wake up. Your mask remains calm, yet your feelings begin go swirl. You spin until you trip and fall. The music has stopped, the dance is now over. Quicker than a mouse you run to the door. Your embarrassment of failure has over taken your mind. As you lock your self in your room, you force the dreaded mask off. With tears fiery tears dripping down your face, you begin to scream. Over taken with laughter, your mind becomes at ease. How foolish art thou, who thought you could take a stand. You begin to breathe steadily, the sparkling tears fade away. Just one look in the mirror, you put back on your mask.
You take step back out in to the ball room. With that same fake smile on your mask. Still hiding, you bow to another stranger who takes your hand. Starting to dance the same dance, where you are no longer the lead. Things turn back to normal, the way they where before. Spinning, and spinning no other way to dance. This is your life, the way it was, and always will be. A perfect mask, a perfect me. No other way to live your life, at this dastardly masquerade.
You look around the brightly lit room, seeing other's laughing, and dancing with their fake little masks. They can't look right through you, the mask is thicker than a brick. What's hidden is hidden, for you to only know. But wait what's this? A new song has taken place, a new dance to dance along with another chance. You fake your smile, and turn a sharp turn. this dance is easier, than the last. Less spins, less turns, true love is finally found. You see her fall in to his arms, but the darkness that lies behind him you despise. Every one is put in to a trance, they think this love will finally last. The moon grows darker, with your eyes of rage. This can't be happening to me, you think. Another step, another turn, no day has gone by with out a tear of pain. It burns your skin behind your mask, with fire ragging tin your eyes. Your pain is turned to hate, and your hate has turned you in to a monster. The hopes, the dreams, the life you've always wished for; are gone forever. Other's would say "I told you so." As they think that they are in charge.
You take a deep breath to prove them wrong. Your heart is full of passionate rage, but your mind is spinning to quick to concentrate. You wish you could speak, yet your lips are sealed shut.
You begin to turn the tables, for the joke is now on them. Taking your partner, you begin to take the lead. He tries to get it back, but you are now in control. Spinning around the room, faster than time. You feel your power of control, the one thing you've always wanted to feel. The feelings of depression has been pushed aside, for the shoe is now on the other foot. With a quick glance, you turn the other way. Spinning, and spinning, with control in your hands. Others begin to think they can finally see through you, yet they don't even have a single clue. Dip, turn, twirl, was the pattern they all followed. Instead you mix it up with a step, twist, dip.
The music is faster now, with hopes that others will finally see you for you. Turning, and spinning, the others begin to stare. Will you stop, or take more control? Your sick of the lies, sick of the whispers, and most of all sick of the pain you feel in your heart every day when you wake up. Your mask remains calm, yet your feelings begin go swirl. You spin until you trip and fall. The music has stopped, the dance is now over. Quicker than a mouse you run to the door. Your embarrassment of failure has over taken your mind. As you lock your self in your room, you force the dreaded mask off. With tears fiery tears dripping down your face, you begin to scream. Over taken with laughter, your mind becomes at ease. How foolish art thou, who thought you could take a stand. You begin to breathe steadily, the sparkling tears fade away. Just one look in the mirror, you put back on your mask.
You take step back out in to the ball room. With that same fake smile on your mask. Still hiding, you bow to another stranger who takes your hand. Starting to dance the same dance, where you are no longer the lead. Things turn back to normal, the way they where before. Spinning, and spinning no other way to dance. This is your life, the way it was, and always will be. A perfect mask, a perfect me. No other way to live your life, at this dastardly masquerade.
1 comment:
Analee! You are a talented writer! I hope you keep it up. Your metaphor was perfect for the message you conveyed. Your writing is full of imagery, depth and poetry. These qualities are important and allow everyone to connect and think about your work! Great job. I especially liked the line, "One day your Miss.Popularity, shimmering with glee. The next your Mr.Shadow, hiding in the dark".
Ms. L
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