Toothiest Mask
Teeth are seen first.
Smiles all around.
Disdain within.
Keeps me planted to the gound.
Seeing everyone.
So many sheep.
Hate keeping quiet.
Never a peep.
Can't speak out.
Too beaten down.
Only causes friction.
Only teeth, never frown.
I want everyone to know.
It's something I need to scream, to tell.
But there is never anyone listening.
Please help me, I am in Hell.