I watched as he fell to the ground
overwhelmed by grief
Is there no certainty in this world?
he asked

Faces masked with fake expressions
are fitted into glass walls
Are these the faces of which they speak of?
The faces that were left to rot?

The smiles.The laughs.
Are they real?
Or are they masks?
He is uncertain

unbreakable glass walls
Why are faces fitted into them?
How will they break out of it?
How will they be free to set their expressions?

Will there be an end to this word?
Uncertainty....uncertainty
"please break me free..."
Faces moaned

Finally he stood up
and snarled before those faces
Turning his back against them
he walked off....