Analysis of Dancing

Smeared lipstick and hair extensions,
Beauty on the outside.
They all hide,
Behind their painted faces.
Basking in the light,
Lights are shining bright,
On the dance floor.

Strobe lights make the glitter in your hair shine,
Blue, green, pink, red, in the club they're all fine.
It's the place where I belong,
Dancing within the throng.

No one judges you,
on anything you do,
That's fine with me.
I'm not blind but I still can't see,
Surrounded by lies.