FACELESS

 

When I think of myself, what do I think of?

This shell, this mask, that everyone sees?

Am I the face that I show everybody,

Or someone altogether different?

 

 

Am I the scared little boy inside,

Afraid of the dark and being alone

In an unfamiliar world devoid of love and feeling?

Who am I to decide?

 

 

Others project what they want me to be.

I gladly reach out to have identity.

To stand apart from the masses,

To have a face that matters.

 

You were my connection, my fix, my life.

When you went away, so did the light.

Without any answers, I wander in fear

Of living my life so cold and alone.

 

 

Am I the scared little boy inside,

Afraid of the dark and being alone

In an unfamiliar world, devoid of love and feeling?

Who am I to decide?

 

 

Maybe I’m confident, and can stand on my own.

The man I want to be, when here all alone.

Then again, that’s who I was

When you were beside me, a part of my life.

 

Who am I to be, where am I to go?

What mask should I wear, what face should I show?

I cannot decide, paralyzed with fear.

What do I know? That I still need you here.