Literature
Mannequin
For so many years, he sat behind glass
Longingly watching the people pass;
Their empty eyes saturated with greed,
Fighting for things that they don't really need.
"That suite is exquisite," "Just look at that tie,"
"If I can't have that wristwatch, I'd rather just die."
The clothes off his back they took for themself,
To purchase a delusional personal wealth.
As they tore his frame bare, stripped naked to see,
He cried to himself, "Why don't they want me?"