Exile without a mask
Can I help it if I don't fit an image that's two sizes too small?
Is it a fault of mine if when I try to climb the social ladder I face each day,
I loose my grip,
and fall?
What if I can't change myself;
cut off the odds and ends and pretend to be the mold with which I compare myself?
What if can't be that type of person you'd like to see in a magazine,
From what I see,
My personality means no more to you than the origins of chemistry.
Through blind eyes it seems that all you can truly see
are the blemishes and crevices of a silent soul
who's sole purpose is to get through life without really living.
Through blind eyes all you would recognize would be the clothes she's wearing.
And how much they cost.
Your hearts these days are frosted over
by societal media that feeds you crap,
tells you lies, then turns you around to face real life;
and leaves you to this hell with but a pat on the shoulder.
So, I ask:
Would anyone truly be accepted in this ballroom without a mask?
Or will true faces continue to smolder?
~CI
Is it a fault of mine if when I try to climb the social ladder I face each day,
I loose my grip,
and fall?
What if I can't change myself;
cut off the odds and ends and pretend to be the mold with which I compare myself?
What if can't be that type of person you'd like to see in a magazine,
From what I see,
My personality means no more to you than the origins of chemistry.
Through blind eyes it seems that all you can truly see
are the blemishes and crevices of a silent soul
who's sole purpose is to get through life without really living.
Through blind eyes all you would recognize would be the clothes she's wearing.
And how much they cost.
Your hearts these days are frosted over
by societal media that feeds you crap,
tells you lies, then turns you around to face real life;
and leaves you to this hell with but a pat on the shoulder.
So, I ask:
Would anyone truly be accepted in this ballroom without a mask?
Or will true faces continue to smolder?
~CI