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.