Monsters of Disguise

We're all caught in their strings-

For they are the true puppeteers-

Our smiles are painted on-

Shining bright in the stage lights glare-

Our actions aren't all our own-

As we dance like monkeys in a cage-

We lose ourselves with every premier night-

But we might as well give up the fight-

Our freedom is all tangled up within our strings-

The curtain hides the unseen-

Who are we?-

Are we the actors or the actresses of the in between?-

The screen and stage hide the master-

Our should we call them the monsters of society in disguise.