Mannequin

Round about images escape my lips
to portray a thought that is hollow.
Wherever you go I follow
like a puppy who wants your approval.
I paint a mask every morning,
a master of disguise.
Many eyes, big and small, lurk, surround,
criticize my every move.
Glitter covers my skin
to attract my prey.
My lips are a deep red
from the blood of those I betrayed.
My smiles, laughs, life's desires
are artificial byproducts of what you made me.
I am in a black room with
a beam of light upon me.
As time passes, the light decreases
until one day, without a fight, I am gone.
My possessions are burnt to ash.
My social security is expired.
What you see is a fraud, a mannequin, a clone
of your sick, twisted mind.