puppet

They are smiling,

Lips stretched up, with a slight crinkle of their eyes,

They are listening,

Nodding along, making hums of acknowledgement,

They are happy,

you are not.

You watch their actions,

Their small movements, those little habits you can’t seem to get rid of.

You stand there, not seen by anyone,

They don’t see you.

You follow them, hiding in their shadow,

Anyone who might notice a discrepancy ignores it.

Or maybe you really are invisible.

Maybe you are just that good at hiding, staying unseen,

maybe no one will ever look past the light into the shadow,

maybe no one will ever pay enough attention to spot the strings,

maybe no one will ever see the unnatural movement they have,

maybe no one will peek behind the curtain,

See you.