Her mind is pushed to the limit,
A hoarse whisper it will permit,

To the very extent,
Alienated in her own body,
A fleeting shadow across the pavement,
Surreal, just like a nobody,

Puppets in a masquerade ball,
With heavy make-up & dressing,
To compensate, a mind's steep fall,
Sirens, beauty's trickery harnessing,

Their talk, walk & life the same,
Striving for unattainable bliss,
For joy & money, a losing game,
The costume perfect, her mind'll miss,

The old ignorant untamed self,
With flashy smiles & well-timed nods,
The simple, the complicated do engulf,
Like a morning alarm, the tiny voice again prods.