Sunshine smiles Hard, cold eyes
Seeming perfection Glittering lies.
Ornamental beauties Feet of clay.
Costume jewelry Gold over gray.
Profound conversation nothing is said.
Pretty, painted faces pretty, empty heads.
They all look so different all are the same
Programmed robots playing their game.
Varied pieces of plaster an identical mold
Inwardly lead outwardly gold.
Meaningless friendships that come and go
Superficial lives create for show.
They talk about things but do they feel?
I’m starting to wonder if anyone’s real.