Masquerade

I wrote this poem a few years ago, but I though it really fit in with the issues we have been discussing in class. The puppetry; how none of our "princesses" have minds of their own. I know many of my earlier discussions have been about this issue, but its something I am so passionate about. I believe to many people are fake or allow others to control who they are.


A masquerade ball unlike any other
Millions of participants
The world the stage
Its citizens, the puppets
A grand show of secrecy

My character is strong, fun, loving
A Dori-blue fish in a sea of piranhas
Happy, free-spirited
The aqua star gleaming on center stage
The one breath of joy
A sapphire in a cave of emptiness
Naive enough to allow the script to become my life
Are they really fooled?

Gasp!
The mask gone
A dull world revealed
The grey walls of a square person
Different yet the same
The wise elephant in a jungle of chaos
Learning from the fifty mistakes already made
And yet more to come
A new life path carved by the fire of anxiety

The spotlight on the one who chose to be different
To shed the mask
Cut the strings
Forget the lines
No more lies to hide behind
The curtain closes on our plastic world