Circuit of circus

Apparently our world consists of mind games,
And everyone knows there is no fair play.
Wondering, whether all of us are same,
While dampening thoughts in an ashtray.

Severity of sincerity leaves deep scars,
White lies on the other hand- heal us.
We prefer for truth to be locked behind bars,
Truly, I don't mind if my pleasure is false.

However, feel furious when deception is found,
This freezing emotion forces to shout
While fainting body, simply stays on the ground,
Since there it is calmer and not so loud.

But that is our chosen circuit of circus,
In which each is constantly making circles.
Applying new roles and acting like ghosts,
Strange, that it appears normal to most.