i have no idea what to call this or even if i like it.

[x________torpid]

we all have faces we take on and off,
we wear them with our moods,
and remove them like clothes.
my face is like the hot, top brand
everyone wants it, but not everyone can.
flawless skin, and a bright little smile,
along with eyes so coated they hide whats inside.
there have been numorous alterations
and unlimited adaptations
to my faux expression.
it gives off that glow of towering confidence
but behind that mask lies the mess of
unlimited cowardice.
sometimes, the best fashions
are the ugliest garments in the world
however, the high styles effect most below them.