become a poppet

living a routine

It isn't a routine neither a dejavu, it's a life stuck between the objects and the people turning into a puppet that dance at the sound of the society, treating to force a smile behind of the stage, because no one likes a serious face. there's darkness in the room with the sound of the silence, a light that comes from the black mirror and then there's you in the search of the happiness. when do we start to be puppets?