Made by humans, once a human,
Standing in the corner, quiet and stable,
I'm a mannequin safe and sound,
I see people roaming all around.
I see them laugh, I see them cry,
I see them lie and I know why,
Everything's a mystery, those who are right,
I know it all, even if they hide.
I'm the mannequin who hears them all,
Stiff and straight, I look confident than all,
People talk to me showing what they feel,
I keep thinking, because I cannot feel.
I'm the spectator to all their emotions,
I see their life, being still with no motion,
I know what they lie, I know their truth,
But I'm a mannequin, powerless to rebuke.
They call me beautiful, they want my style,
They look at me with their praising eyes,
I want to speak, I want to move,
But I'm stuck on the platform unable to prove.
I see people living with lies,
I see people destroying their lives,
Helpless, clueless of the right thing to do,
I'm the mannequin who is being destroyed by the truth.
I am trapped, I want to fly,
I am tired of not having a life,
Now I'll have feelings of my own,
I'll not be a mannequin and I'll fly on my own.
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Middle of Two Mirrors
PoetryPeople have different minds and different thoughts. There are different actions that define them. What you do, what you say, what you believe, everything is reflected. What you know is what you believe. Not knowing the truth, thinking of none, a ser...
