Those Things You Call A Poem

INGLES : Free Versing

"Here lies Nothing"

Sitting there surrounded by smiles

I have one of mine out too

Frozen like in a photo

Mouth opens, teeth is bared, but eyes are empty

Laughter echoes over the crowd

I don't get the joke that causes them to laugh so loud

Maybe it's me being a cynic

but those sounds sort of sound identical

Like some sort of rehearsed script

Which makes me think I'm the only one who's out of it

I may be jaded but all I see

Is a forced act of civility

Marionettes are they perhaps?

Or maybe pretty looking dollies

Well never mind I'll just do what I always do

Smile until my jaw's stiff and starts to lock

Nod politely at a guest

Shake their hands and greet them "Welcome "

All trying to not leak my unlikely character

And my always shunned flaws

Here I'm an oddity

But they don't need to know that

I'll just keep this lovely act for sanity

because underneath this whole facade
all is void and naught.