Suspicion of a Smiley Balloon

His beady black eyes stare me down
His smile sends shivers down my spine
His face a sickly yellow
He stares down upon me like I’m a toy
Ready for him to play with
He pretends to look kind
But I know the blood on his hands
He’s always watching, never missing a movement
He knows all our secrets and pretends to be kind
But the blood on his hands are hidden behind the smile
The smile that’s too big to be humanly possible
He strangles kids after midnight
Luring them in with his inhuman smile