World. People. Each a different face.
Masquerade.
One Earth. Five oceans. Seven Continents. Islands numbering more than the hairs on your head.
Masquerade.
People.
Fat. Thin. Tall. Short. Dark. Fair. Bespectacled. Contacts. White hair. Black hair. Old. Young. Blonde. Fit. Flabby. Loud. Soft. Kind. Patient. Angry. Fearful. Anxious. Perfectionist. Sad. Happy. Depressed. Resilent. Hungry. Thirsty.
Masquerade.
Do you really know the person beside you? How do you know it ain't just a shell?
How well do you know your friend? Every inch of his mind? Every hair on her head?
How do you know that you are who you are, and you do not conform to the expectations of other people that they may be pleased?
Masquerade
That guy who sat beside you. Yea, he looks like a gentleman. He's dressed in a business shirt and his face boasts a mega-watt smile. He gives up his space for an old lady but how do you know that he doesn't watch child porn at home? or that he was the guy that tried to hit on you online last night?
Masquerade
Who Are You?
Who Am I?
Masquerade.
