The dinner goes on, and the laughter rings through the halls. The people cheered and they raised their glasses to do so, for some reason they all look happy. They then sit down and resumed their talking, their mindless chattering. The barrier grew, the invisible wall that grew between. You could see really, clearly that you didn’t belong. But it is an obligation, a duty, a burden you must bare. You have to smile, do the part, put on a good charade. Didn’t you know you were in for a masquerade?