Masquerade

Another morning rises
I wake up and put on my clothes
I head to work in a monotonous symphony

I smile and shake hands
I’m confident and clever
I live the American dream

Everyone looks like me
Perfect jobs, perfect lives
Working hard to keep it that way

I go home late at night
Can’t wait to hold my picture-perfect family
I open the door and announce my presence
But nobody’s home

I sit on the couch as I do every day
And hear the sound of solitude
I take off my mask
I don’t recognize the man in the mirror

Can’t hardly wait for the next morning