Masquerade

This is a poem I wrote after looking at a picture prompt: http://eisblume.deviantart.com/art/about-time-175854301

my life has been one big masquerade,
a large concocted lie filled with
things and people I once despised,
but now seem unable to get out of
my life. I sit in places I once frowned upon,
doing things with others I would never
imagine, yet here I am,
same as them- horrible on the inside but
insanely beautiful on the outside.
deep down I know, one day things will change
and this masquerade ball will get
out of hand and end in pain;
blood and drugs will one day
no longer fill the void within us all,
within me, but for now I sit, pretending to be
something that I'm not, brainstorming ways
that I can get freee.