Window Dressings

Oh you poor mannequin,
stiff, dressed.
People admire you,
envy even
but no one takes you home.

you sit there
on your window sill,
the world moves on,
you are
forever still.

your expressionless face
and your dead eyes
stare at the world
with silent screams
that cannot be heard

but loud it is,
for sometimes
it shatters the plastic
and lays bare
what you really are.

broken,
held together by tapes,
the fancy clothes,
just a cover
behind which you hide.

#ReganSinghOriginal 24th September 2014