empty mannequins

empty mannequins
they look so sad
staring at the dense
traffic of the uptown
circus
would you rather
go down from
your platform
and be one
among the throngs
of moving bodies?
Do you sing
as Ariel does
as you watch them
glide, and slide
and dance
their merry way…
Do you wish
to know the
reason why
their eyes
speaks life
and yours
speaks of…
nothing?
Do you feel
sick as their
wandering eyes
looks at
evrything in you
but not you?
Their question
of whether its
worth it,
is not for you
to answer?
Poor poor
stoic friend,
down yet another
gown for the season
that’s never yours to keep.

hehe… i don’t know why i wrote this one. Have no particular emotion to convey. While writing though i thought i’d end up saying there’s more to empty mannequins than their almost-perfect-bodies-it-looks-so-freaking-hilarious, but *sigh* i don’t feel that right now.. i feel… there’s nothing more to it. A dead-excuse-for-a-person. Harsh. Hehehe