Spectators

Beyond, the drawn on faces lies strong frowning faces, with marbled eyes, dull as night

showing no emotion. Even then,the world felt cold, filled with rainy days though the sun shined through.

The puppet master pulls the strings, going through the motions. Sharp jerky movements

                                here and there dancing with the fluid ways of the strings.

But my faces and I are stuck constantly transforming

to fit the part placed in front of us, my body aches from tugging forces, my eyes hollowed out

 from showing to much emotion, the voices leaving my lips constantly changing, my conscience lost

in different personalities, my audience does not notice the difference, they cannot see

 through the lies, they simply see what they want, the master of the show.