Mannequin Man
by Teri Sharp
A picture perfect pose - rigidity as lure;
Frown faking concern, but pain is your cure.
Cool under pressure, or addicted to control?
Secretive smile hides lack of a soul.
Strong and silent, you distance yourself from your prey,
Generous to a fault - plotting how they will pay.
Unfocused eyes incapable of normal dreams,
Always focused on hearing your future victim's screams.
Strong secure grip, for subduing the weak,
Romanesque nose, sniffing out the prey you seek,
Unnoticed by humanity, you walk the streets by day,
Little do they know sudden death has passed their way.
Alone with your dead emotions, before a mirror you stand,
Practicing how to smile and laugh, but you still don't understand.
The emotionally dead can't feel, just as the blind can't see blue or tan,
Practicing won't make you real - you were born a mannequin man.
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