I'm surprised to find
That my lips and body don't
Ting
When I move.
Considering my face is made of Porcelain
Or glass
Or clay.
Anything fragile.

Its a mask.
A somewhat happy looking one
That's been shattered.
Glued.
Shattered.
Taped.
Shattered.
Remade.
Broken and stolen.

I'm done hiding.