Society says this is the way and so I play Over and over again always losing the game From the rules I just can’t or won’t stray In the end I find somewhere to lay the blame For the pain, the feelings of failure, the hole That opens even wider in my damaged soul
Society says this is the way and I listen keenly Maybe I did something wrong; one more attempt This time I will make a few changes like the scenery Yet again defeat looks me in the eye with contempt As it pours salt on the wounds of my soul And anguish ravishes my Spirit and hold on to its control.
Society says this is the way; so I hide my tears Hug my depression close like a secret lover The world must not know I have fears Must not learn just how much my smiles cover Even as the light in my soul recedes by the hour My smiles must never ever once cower
Society says this is the way; so I become a lie Held together by more lies and a little deceit Secrets, hurt, pain and a glowing smile my alibi Living my life has never been an easy feat My soul suffers most because it is never seen Torn and worn it will soon be a “has been”
Society says this is the way; so suffer I must Silently but reverently cause that is the dictate My head and heart may be about to combust But my smile is force to sparkle and compensate For the weakening of my soul every day Because Society says that is the best way.
Allow me to thank you for the depth of this lyric page.
A playwright of my country, Luigi Pirandello, in many of his works, speaks of "being" and "appearance"; of how society imposes masks. In his prose there is the gravity of the inevitable. In yours I feel hope, a bitter hope.
My congratulations, I hope you still write, with this crystalline inspiration, for everyone.
When I used to work at Hardee's, I was amazed how those girls could put on that plastic smile for the customers, even though their heads hurt from all the shouting customers into their head sets. I sometimes wear the mask, but rarely.
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A playwright of my country, Luigi Pirandello, in many of his works, speaks of "being" and "appearance"; of how society imposes masks.
In his prose there is the gravity of the inevitable. In yours I feel hope, a bitter hope.
My congratulations, I hope you still write, with this crystalline inspiration, for everyone.
CIAO