Social Circus

The world we are living in, has become a circus.

The life you’re living

The life I’m living

Is no more than a stone

attached with a strong thread

swirling by an unknown someone

Your life is a show

My life is a showcase

Like a puppet or some magician show

Playing there acts in their stalls

So dependant,

with skillful subordinates

of no skillful masters

But all of them get so admiration

Like they are gods of some sort 

Some of us are like the caged animals

Relying completely on our untrained masters

Some of us are the birds

the victims of the magic show

We have no trainer

Nor some inspiration

The pretenders we got

The pretenders we are

We’re living worst than the animals

They are what they are

We are what we learn to show

We’re just like the clowns

Trying to spread smiles

But all we are doing is scaring kids

We have become a part

A part of never ending circus

With no hope of alteration the scene

With no intentions to breathe

Because we have become a part

A part of the social circus

Author's Note

I don't see much of the world, but as much as I've seen it or as much I have experienced it, Its so fake, every single person is a poser, trying to be a better one. Let me know abut my poem. .

Reviews

[Pencrafter]

Your poem presents some interesting observations. While it's true that some people try to be very controlling, others allow themselves to be controlled. And living among others in a society means that we are constantly bumping into and interacting with others. The only way to avoid that is to live the life of a hermit. While you poem is well done it would be better if you changed a few word choices that the computer would not catch. The line, "But all of them get so admiration" doesn't make sense to me. And there are other places like that. You'll catch them when you do a careful proofread, making your good poem even better.

[Dil Coeur]

The grammar is a little rough; I think English may not be your first language? It is an intriguing idea, though, the thought that we are puppets without skillful masters. Polish up the grammar, if you can, and this will really be a great poem.

[icerhex]

This is actually like, my brain. You obviously read my mind and wrote this. Well done, i really enjoyed reading this. :D

[kayla]

I like the idea of this. It's really good, and I enjoyed reading it. The imagery and structure is great.

[Kes]

This is amazing. Life's a beautiful lie.
Keep up the great work!
K

[MOON]

Yup life is a circus and we the clowns. Flowing sad write.

[Barbara Walker]

This expresses your intent very well. It seems no one is allowed to be "real" by society. You have to watch your back at all times. To show your vulnerabilities is to invite scorn and backstabbing. Who can be totally real, with no masks, under such conditions?

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This is a very deep piece. I love the simile you use with the clown reference, and that we are scaring the kids(very clever). Good work :)

[Serena]

Love the poem :)
Makes me happy my friends aren't as the poem describes people. There a lot of possers and a lot of people aren't. :) Just gotta look hard enough, and you'll see the world is full of people that are different.
:D KEEP WRITING!

[Amna M.]

This poem speaks the harsh truth. Well done on expressing your feelings about the socially constructed world we all live in. Not many people are able to see it that way..but I'm glad to know that at least some see the world from a perspective that isn't so obvious. Thanks for sharing and thanks for reviewing my work!