Made of plastic,

Shiny and fake.

Faces are masks,

Can’t wait until they break.

To see the shattered pieces inside.

To see the secrets that they hide.

Do they know that they’re lives are hollow?

They’re days are meaningless and shallow.

One day long from now,

When they’re old and gray.

One day far from now,

Their beauty will fade.

When they die,

It will be a joyous day,

And I will be there

To dance on their graves.