Hide behind a porcelain mask
the make up done just so,
not a piece out of place
so that the inner self fails to show.
Blank stares and false smiles
hide what lies beneath.
Happiness, pain, sorrow and fear
all buried away nice and deep.
Hide behind that mocking mask
from cruel judgment and stares.
Away from all emotion, all weakness,
exist without seeming to care.
Made to be a prisoner of this porcelain prison,
yet unaware of this fact.
Trapped in the endless routine,
unable to break away from this dismal act.