Fake Belive

Tied together with a string of smiles,
like  a balloon lost in space.
Her smile wonders like goldy-locks,
kissing every sun to make it blessed,
but hiding the tears that make it sacred.

Tied like the ribbons down her back,
holding hands to make merry,
holding hands as wepons.
This ain't the hunger games, this is just hunger.

Hunger for happiness.
For wholeness.
For something solid.

She Belives in
Make belive.
Fake belive makes smudges on her mask.

Tied together like a staple on her forhead.
Tied together like a string on a box.

Open her up,
and maybe you can find more than a mask.