Cracking under the bright lights
Blinding as sun
Cut open as if some test
In motions they called art
But others called pain
A swirling dance of gleaming metal and fancy charades
Toying with emotions as if they were clay
To be to be sculpted and mashed with no delay
Except they were fragile
To be protected instead of broken
Though they continued to laugh in joy
While others cried in pain
Perhaps they saw life
As just a game