I wrote it once when i was down in the dumps =) Schreiben helps....so if you're sad, Write....it's an easy way to let it all out =D
so, Here goes:
Facades. That’s something everyone has. Some may appear to be tough and cool, others will be cute and delicate but in reality, they’re all same. Pretending to be someone else, someone they’re not but someone they want to be. They’ll pretend to be living, but inside, they’re dead, full of shattered feelings.
Even the smallest acts in this life forces our facades upon us. Someone higher up will insult us and we’ll appear to be sorry and say the best reply when inside all we want to do is cry out and schlagen, punsch that person, oder even a wall, just to vent out…but we’ll have to clench our fists, count to ten and bow down.
In the end, this world is a Masquerade ball. We all wear our masks and don’t let anyone see who we are. Unless someone tries to take off that mask, we’re all stuck pretending. And this world becomes a pretend game. A game in which we’re all happy, living and mannered.
And there’s only one time left to be ourselves. These are the breaks in this pretend game. When Du know that the camera isn't rolling and no one’s watching to criticize you, your mask, your façade will melt away and those tears will come which you've hidden away in the depths of your heart. You’ll howl, beg to escape from it all but you’ll be helpless……and alone. The camera isn't rolling and no one’s there so nobody will hear.
Then somebody will knock. The break is over and the Zeigen is on. Du wipe your tears away and take a deep breath. “I’m fine,” that robot that you've become, will say. And you’ll smile; the walls around Du will rise once more. The cameras will roll and everybody will watch. You’ll slip on your mask because Du have to be someone they want to be with, not someone who Du already are. There is no time to be yourself in this Masquerade ball.
So in the end, the mask will remain and your facades will prevail. In the end, Du can’t escape.