Painted Faces

There are painted faces in this world
That are high in spirits but low at heart
Classifying people in order of their disguise.
Too much for such demise
The world still revolves
Stumbles and falls by lines
That bounds the truths from coming out.
Trying to understand it
Can never be
These markers are made strong
To quench them would be good
Why they exist, irrationality,
Mankind is thought to have otherwise
But then, it has it too.