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.

[Pax]

yeah, as I would say, life's a circus, full of charade. this is such a nice way to describe people's lives. a wonderful write and i enjoyed it much.

[Perdition]

This poem is a stone thrust into the surface of a still lake. To some it wonderfully skips and tantalizes all the reflections on the surface. To others it is a disturbing and interesting splash in the pool below. To say that you are spot on is to throw away all the magic of the places and people I have been influenced by...but there were many that chose to hide and that was their struggle. Your observations are astounding and the poetry a great analogy but I wonder what will come when the glass of the showcase is broken and the strings cut.
As for the writing, I have always found that it is the tiny words...the"ifs" "ands" and "the's" (and so forth) that can drastically change a poem from well written to great. Sometimes taking out those connecters all together can give the flow and impact a tremendous boost...
It is a very unique analogy and shows your vivid imagination...much promise in your talent.

[An owl on the moon]

Your words do confess such a brave new world we live in... one where masks too often cover every soul... every intention... There is too much fear of rejection, it would seem, for people to let go of these social conventions... Powerful.

[The Jay]

You make a good start and then you f**k up.

[Celeste]

Wow, I really agree with what you're trying to say here. Everyone isn't what they seem to be; everyone has their secrets. However, I did see a few typographical errors that you might want to fix. c:

I definitely loved this part:
We have become a part
A part of never ending circus
With no hope of alteration the scene
With no intentions to breathe

Great job. Keep writing!

[Eve]

Absolutely true, but don't be discouraged, while people, being only human have faults, it is only because as you say their "masters" were untrained as well...Love yourself, no one will do it better, no one CAN do it better, believe in yourself...I loved this poem.

[Whiskurz]

Your words ring true my friend.....No one are who they seem to be......Great write.....Whisk