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Nothing Is Real

Plastic faces drifting past me
Their eyes painted on to pretend they can see
Always looking up with their heads facing down
Layers of make-up smeared into the smile of a clown
Never showing anything but their molded reflection
Picked out in the mirror from an on-line selection
I’m tired of that look and their soulless stare
The only thing more stagnate is that god awful hair
It’s a world of walking mannequins pretending life cannot win
Hiding themselves under plaster for skin
Am I the last one left to see the masks we’ve put on?
The only one left to laugh at the joke we’ve become?
I feel alone on crowded streets and when I’m at home
Time to put on my mask and become a lawn gnome
Written by Poetryman
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