A saccharine smile with a claim of 'be happy!'
Soon melts back for once to the correct expression.
Frustration, envy, a want to be accepted.
A want of a mother who for once approved.

Another melt of expression, a genuine grin,
'You look amazing' overjoyed, even in tears.
Hir face, a mess of unwanted wires,
And polished, pock-marked steel.
Red stained amber orbs set as eyes.

A loved one's voice to change the tides,
Cross ears too large, but framing well,
Hir nose and chin both strong and proud
Make hir mouth rise up with peace. 

Far from hir mind is disapproval
For the briefest of moments, shi is free.
Then it slumps hir proud strong shoulders
Sinking into hir chair, shi clamors on the keys.

A silent voice crying from stony fingers,
Scarred from fights and desert winds.
Hir buried cords tense once more as shi sighs out.
'You don't approve, but then, when have you?'