Masquerading Troupe of Suburbia

Walking past their witching cackles and Phantom screams I noticed them all looking the same External, different Masquerading they all were pulsing to the rhythm of their hearts and music Symphony of noise all around Internally they are all different each their won unique voice, look, feelings, they only differ from the masked appearances all of them united in their dance. They internally do not know each other, their Suburb homes, Suburbian life, faking rap/hip-hop appreciation, they don't know each other and yet, masked on this night, they still don't The moonlight allows me to see the truth of this Masquerading Troupe of Suburbia.