The faceless girl
wanders silently
down the street.
Her cold, dark heart
beating slow.
She avoids eye-contact
because eyes are the
windows to the soul-
or so she has been told.
The faceless girl
doesn\'t wish to love
or feel love,
for fear of breaking
hearts.
Or is it because
she\'s afraid of
her own heart being broken?
They all stare,
because they don\'t really
care about her.
All they see are
her outward features,
and that is not enough.
Oh, if they only knew
how she felt.
How she is there-
but not really there.
The faceless girl
wanders silently
down the street.
Her eyes stay low,
afraid of what
she might see.
I know how she feels,
because this girl,
this faceless girl,
is really me.