-laughs-

You think I’m smiling don’t you?

You see my lips

Curving, curling, spreading

Like a pink blossom across my face

And you think I’m happy

Shows how much you know

I bet you can’t see me

The real me

Pressing against the porcelain mask

Fingers spread

Eyes screaming

Whisper: Let me out

Why am I smiling?

I’m not unhappy– really

Yet neither am I happy

I’m just sort of empty

Like grey skies

Little child in a white room

Clutching dolly, softly: help

Why do I love you? I’ve forgotten.