My Face

My face is Dead
It never Speaks nor Smiles
It never utter a Word
It filled with frustration
Of things that it cant
It is always Sad
Its eyes dont sparkle
and the Lips dont move
BecUse it fears every Movement
Because its Movement cUsed trouble
Omce and for all it Loved a Girl
For Endless days
And it recieved neglect
All the days
People look at it when it sparkles
But it turnoff because it dont Like it