I’m forever alone. Who would want to be around Someone like me? I don’t even want to be around me.
I’m a failure. Too sensitive, Too needy, Too self-centered.
Sometimes I wonder Would anyone would notice If I just slowly faded away Until I was nothing at all?
I’m invisible, Insignificant. Yet significant enough To ruin the lives of others.
Wait! I’m not invisible. I’m a problem. A flaw in the human race.
Maybe I should just go back Into the shadows. Into the land of never has been And never will be.
It’s overcrowded No space to move or to breathe It’s become too much
She cries out in pain As they take all that she has Until she’s empty
Fires come alive Wars become second nature Destruction is here
The food is all gone The rivers have all run dry The air is toxic
We are on the edge Of our mass extinction It’s all our fault
Having no face means having no identity. How would anyone know who I am if they can’t see a face?
Having no face means having no connection. I can’t see people, smell the roses or use my voice.
As you can see, being born faceless is no walk in the park. Yet, here we are and here I am. I am the face of the faceless.
