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...
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....