Actors we all are, you and me
And the world is our imaginary stage
Playing charades meaningless and bizarre
Reading lines, learning by rote every page

Inner feelings masked in faces painted
Mascara that hides the pain in our eyes
Hidden pasts and reputations tainted
Convincing the world and ourselves all stupid lies

Beautiful clothes and people pretty
Yet the audience shouts words in frustration
Perhaps they prefer cynicism and words witty
Well anything for a standing ovation!