Behind your mask made from glass
see the fate that will lie for you,
your arms they move but strings are pulled
your brain is nothing but clock work.

Smile they say, brush in hand,
a dainty dimple for each cheek ordained
Try to move but the strings hold taught
Again and again the strings are held taught.

With a flick of a brush and a dab of paint
A smile is born,
Rosy red with glee
An imp's smile says he,
Try to grimace but the smile remains
Put in store cupboards locked away
Forever blighted with an Ill begotten smile.
FitnessFreakTash FitnessFreakTash
18-21, F
May 12, 2012