Only a Stitched Up Smile

A poem about the expectations people have of you, and the feeling where you're compelled to reach those expectations to the extent that you lose your sense of identity.

A girl skips proudly and jolly

Her heart leaping a thousand miles

Where shall she go, Oh where shall she go

"Somewhere no one knows"

She says, though her voice shakes with fear

But no darling, You've no right to be afraid

It's your duty to smile, like icing on a cake

So we'll stitch your lips up with a very thin needle

But fear not, fear not! It won't hurt at all

You use it everyday, on your clothes and rags

Wear a dainty elegant dress and be

The princess of your time

We're all depending on you to do everything right

Don't trip, don't fall, use the right spoon

Always keep your mask on or else you shall lose

And when you're finally alone

You may look in a mirror

and gasp at the sight of a faceless figure

There's nothing but a stitched up smile that never falters

And a knife in your hand to be pierced into your chest

For what is the purpose of all the jewels and glamour

You have ceased to exist centuries ago

And yet you still remain the same, and all alone

There's no escape for your doom has yet to come

Even if you run

We'll find you, We'll find you

Your friends whom you trusted with your soul

They too have abandoned you

Your home has been burnt to ashes

Your memories no longer your own

Even if you dream of running

In your dreams

We'll find you, We'll find you 

Author's Note

A sort of doll persona here. The imagery was very fun to write in this...

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