Fixed face persona -
Her tears are glass -
Crashing toward the ground-
Be what they want you tobe.
Dress in rainbows to hide your black tide mourning.
Cheyenne red likethe blood you used to have.
Oil flows through your veins.
You are a machinelike everyone else.
A drone - buzzing away what you're told tosay.
Don't frown, don't cry
Don't get angry, don't show rage
You're everything they ever wanted you to be;
Just another face in thecrowd.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.