Faceless Poem by Deadly Psycho

People have a lot of faces,
some good, some bad, some ugly, for a tad.
But each one of those faces,
are traces of the past.
Traces of who you are,
signs of who you'd like to be.
Shining bright like a little star,
through the faces people see.

I have seen a billion faces,
not a single one was mine.
Because I've never liked the traces,
I've left behind in time.

I don't know who I want to be,
I feel like I'm standing next to my own personality.
I've seen a billion faces, yet I didn't ever see,
a face with the expression, that I believe to fit with me.

I have had a face, some long time ago.
A childish face, made of dough.
Being bent in the shape I'd be,
but that face was stolen from me.
Stolen before it could've been baked,
so all this time, it was me who faked.
The faces that were there for people to see,
and during this time, I've lost my personality.

Don't call me ruthless,
nor careless,
or carefree.
Faceless,
thats the perfect name for me.

A name - to bring back my memory.