Mannequin Woes

Perfectly rigid you stand there staring.
That same sweet smile upon your face.
Naturally flawless with your plastic skin,
Appearing empty headed, soulless within.

Like a drone, you go about your daily life.
You come across superficial and shallow,
Walking along in your picture perfect world,
Disregarding all the glances and sneers.

People see your statue like features,
Judging without a word.
Ignoring what they don't see,
The faulty girl inside your plastic shell.

Desperate to break free from your cage,
Willing for them to see the soul you possess.
Turning to the crowd, you try to speak;
They turn away instead.

Alone you stand there, an image of perfection,
Trying to shed a tear, wanting to be human.
Slowly you become what everyone sees, a mannequin;
As your face cracks from the sadness.

Now that the mask has cracked, it flakes away.
Piece by piece the plastic flesh falls to the ground.
Crumbling, your body breaks;
Revealing what has been hidden inside.

A face once faultless, now poxed with imperfections;
Revealing true happiness, nothing is fake.
Rushing forward, towards the world;
Reaching out, with each step you take.

Again you find the crowd and try to speak,
But you are stopped with disbelief.
Catcalls and looks of disgust you meet.
Acceptance, is just a dream.