I am Mannequin.
A man of glass.
All that I am,
can be seen,
at a glance.
I am transparent.
Pose me as you will.
Dress me as you like.
Without your touch,
I am still.
I watch all around me,
with a cold hard face.
Seen and not heard,
this…
is my place.
I wish to move,
yet I can not.
many walk by,
looking,
without reason to stop.
One day I will be discarded,
when I’m out of style.
No one to mourn me,
of this,
I have no denial.
But I will make you bleed,
when you take me apart.
Pull the jagged glass
from your hands,
when you shatter my glass heart.