Plastic World

The plastered-on smiles, they're everywhere
Everyone encourages me to get one too

But I'm not like that.
I don't smile like that.
If anything, I smile small.
It's not always there,
But it's brilliant when it is.

Plastic people, plastic smiles,
That's all I see.
Everything seems plastic.

Fake, rubbery, and expendable,
That's what plastic is.

They may want to be plastic, but I'm NOT.
I want to be real, to move, to live.
I want to lay on real grass, and pick real flowers,
Not to lay a smooth, flat, green-painted concrete ground.
Not look at fake flowers that are there for show.

Plastic everywhere.
Everyone's plastic.


When can I meet someone real?

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