"Riddle Me Captivated"
From far-off lands I come
And price myself quite high.
My juices, wrung from that which some
May come to hate, and some may come to love,
Often mold into masks of pretense,
wit, seduction, et cetera, et cetera.
To reside in my glass castle,
To serve others and their own selfish desires,
Though now, even filthy peasants
may come to claim me as their own.
It is depressing, really.
This is a riddle. Try to guess it if you can! A to the first one who gets it right. That is, if anyone guesses at all