Human Museum
Empty...
Silent sculpture
Carved into diamonds
Glittering
Sparkling
With the rays of light
An audience gathers
Admiring lovers
Pointing
Expressions of awe
Sketched onto worn faces
The love in their eyes
The wonder
As they stare
And take pictures
Empty...
Perfect painting
Aligned symmetrically
Colourful and pretty
Hanging on walls
And guided by frames
So elaborately decorated
Displayed for all eyes
To devour
To study
People standing quietly
Curiousity sparking
Pondering abstract meanings
As they stare
And take pictures
Empty emotions
No comprehension
Of the awe and splendor
Surrounding them
The sculpture and painting
Live in the museum
So extravagent and gorgeous
Without even realizing
As they exist in lost sensation
A broken mineral
A scribbled doodle
Hollow inside
For they are not what they portray
A sculpture is molded by steady hands
...That are not its own
A painting is blended by predestined brushstrokes
...That it has not chosen
So the sculpture and painting have no reason
To feel emotions
For the role they are forced into
By the ideals and visions of an artist
As such,
A human wearing a mask
Cannot comprehend
The emotions of the facade they portray
Though it seems to be all they know
Often, we wear costumes
Casted into stereotypes and roles
Act on stages society builds for us
Puppets on woven string
Admiring smiles and loving expressions
As the audience applauds
As they stare
And take pictures
Without knowing our inner emotion,
Without understanding our meaning and purpose,
How can we be anything
But hollow versions of ourselves
That have gone completely numb?
The longer we live, the more superficial we get
In the chains of the human museum
Sculpted and painted by the ideals of others
And not our own potential.