Synthetic Skin Poem by Paula Glynn

Wear your synthetic skin,
And let your fake pride win,
As you travel from soul to soul,
And let your wicked ways spin gold,
For your heart is hard and cold,
And leaves many wishing for more,
So open that locked door,
Your mind exploring the options,
As you crave so much more,
Your synthetic skin weaving wicked ways,
Your heart in knots and needing to be untangled,
For you are a mystery unto yourself,
You live maybe not in happiness,
But are certainly rich in terms of wealth,
Still, I do not envy you,
I do not yearn to be in your heart,
I do want my pain to depart,
Your cruel ways tearing this soul apart,
Like a puppet being pulled on strings,
Manipulation and control to win,
Because you always had to be in control,
You always had to decide for this soul,
And your winter fingers have taken hold,
This heart remembering promised gold,
That would free oneself from a winter so cold,
But I know myself now,
I don't want to hide the pain,
I want to express myself and have everyone know,
That I am a lucky star who will always glow,
And will always follow the guiding star,
For this heart has learnt a lesson,
And knows who is right and who is wrong.