Synthetic Smiles

My smile come from the pits of a zebra

From its stomach comes a brew

Of end the sadness serum

With a dash of eyes wide open

And a pinch if calm so I can blink

My laughs are my own

Though a rarity at times

At least they're genuine

But my smiles are fabricated

Synthetically produced

Defined by the masses

Because I just want to experience

Being a normal human