The Dance That Never Ends

It hurts knowing that everyone who smiles at you are truly cursing your name inside;
The familiar "friendly" faces you see everyday are your enemies;
Don't stand so close, the flames of hatred will burn you;
Why is image a curse?
Shouldn't it be a medal genuinely and intentionally worn?
I've become the sheep among these lions
Yet they must be mythological, for their sharp words take place of their sharp teeth;
Does this happen in the fairy tales I've never heard of?

I could use a fresh supply of oxygen
This hell I live in seems to be suffocating me
Originality has become a sin; everyone must wear a different face
It takes me sometime to learn these contradicting rules
Its as if this world is in reverse. 
I deeply apologize; 
I believe it will take me more than 4 years to teach myself the steps of this dance
Do you mind if I break free?
 

I could blink my eyes & hope that this nightmare ends;
However, it seems like it goes on for too long;
The music is poison & the people are dying;
Oblivious to their near death, they continue to dance.
Am I the only one immune to this disease?
Get me out of here & erase my memory;
I wouldn't want poison to get to me in no way
This place is a prison & I am the only criminal;
They are the guards; the opposition is intense.
May I escort myself to the only sensible place
where breathing is normal & image is an option;
where beauty is equal & immunity to the selfish 
is a welcoming disease?
may I lead myself into my Utopian world;
the place where I call home?