• The eyes are blind or
    So I thought
    Party bells this room spins
    Heels and music metaphorically
    Kick you on your face
    I’m not suited for this charade either
    A charade is a game
    Sometimes masks
    Today are not
    Close your eyes and I will make them all disappear
    You told me that you
    Feel alone in a crowded room
    Screaming but no one can hear you
    Yet
    When I yelled out everyone in the room
    Turned
    And stared at me
    I told you it was a charade