Hard, cold, plastic!
a poem by gab caraon

When she smiles, I see between
Those pearly whites that flash
And what I saw, you won't believe
Is plastic! Hard and raw!

The plastic works between her veins
It seeps within her heart.
It covers up her face with smile
Concealing all her lies!

We are all naive to what's
Her real thoughts are, her life.
We do not know that when she grins
She stabs us at the back!

And all her teachings, all! Not one
Those that she flushes down our throats,
She doesn't live a single one,
She's a reservoir of deceit.