Capetonification

You know him.
The guy who thinks he's the alpha male of the pack.
Charming, when he wants to be.
Funny.
Clever.
A lady's man. Single. Out there.
Player.

Then there's the moody family man.
Working hard to pay the man, the bills.
Taking care of business.
Unapproachable most of the time.
Argumentative.
Treats his family like slaves, and his friends like family.
In essence, a horrible cunt.
He could be your dad. Or your brother. Or your husband.

Opposites.
Seemingly unaware of each other's existence.
And yet they are one.
Two sides of the same coin.
They are just masks.
And they're examples of masks we all wear.

We have a face we show the world, and we have a face that we show our loved ones.
I've seen it all my life. First hand.
I've inherited it from my parents.

What is wrong with us? Why the fuck would we choose to live this way?

Is it society's conditioning that teaches us that we cannot be who we really are because that's not good enough, or not acceptable, or not popular?

Or is it our own insecurities that lead us to a share faked existence?

Is it all of these and more?

The truth is such a fickle thing. We all bend it, mold it, and shape it, to suit our needs, or make us feel better about the almost-lie we told or ease the shame we feel at the fallacy of our lives.

It extends into the masks we wear.
They're just lies in motion.
Modern counterfeit art.

And yet, even with this knowledge, we go on everyday like nothing's wrong.
Can no one see the glowing purple 5-tusked monster fucking elephant in the room?
Nope.
We don't care.
Let's kiss ass.
Share the bullshit. Lap at the lies.
It's a fucking mirage in a desert of deceit.

I want to get off this train ain't stopping.
It's going to a place I don't like, along a route that looks like shame.

I find it hard to live with the who's I am.
I don't like any if them.
They're both fucking assholes.
But I don't know how to be who I am without them.

God help us all.