Smiles

Everywhere I turn there are hundreds

            Of dazzling smiles

So, so many are surrounding me

            In a radius of miles

But not me, no. I do not smile

            Because I am no one

I do not exist among these people

            Who bathe in the sun

These people with perfect

            Skin, hair, and nails

No, I am nothing, nothing special at all

            Only a face with tear trails

What’s this? What is this I hear?

            Oh yes, I remember now.

I am a prisoner, locked in this room

            Always in a constant bow

I am just a restrained little girl

            In a room without sun

A face with no smile

            But a hand with a gun.

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