I See Through

Canned Laughter

I walk upstairs for coffee every morning

Just before work

What I do for a living kills a little part of me

But to survive and thrive I set my face in stone

And press forward

My face hardens as I wear the stone daily

First my hands hardened

Then my mind hardened

And whenever I wore my stone face home

My heart hardened a little bit

I tell myself in the mirror it won't happen to me again

and the television spouts canned laughter