I'm Oyzis*.

I see you've come

with my doppelganger,

a pair of bongos

strapped to your chest,

a singsong feline,

a pirouette.

You wear a leotard and a tutu, dance the jitterbug.

You open

a box full of smiles.

They're fake, unfitting my face. I doubt you'd make me smile today, or the next day.

Until you find a way,

kindly go away.

*the Greek goddess of misery