FacelessA Poem by Mike WolfeWe look through the eyes of others to find our identity. But that isn't who we are. If we conform to their standards of beauty and value, we lose who we actually are. We become faceless and nameless.Forget who you
used to be Accept new
identity Conform or die,
don’t you see? Everyone in this
city Lost their face
some time ago Everyone becomes
the same Same face
everywhere you go So who am I?
What’s my name? No one can be
different Any edge must be
leveled May we all be
consistent Everyone is a
devil Lost in their own
delusions Everyone,
everywhere is Seeing the same
illusion Seeing a face
that’s not his. Why must my face
be another’s? How can I live
with a face One and the same
as others? All of my
identity Must be stripped
from who I am. I’m as good as
dead; nameless. © 2014 Mike WolfeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMike WolfeAboutMy name is Mike Wolfe, Renaissance man. I have been writing since I was eleven, with over thirty ideas for a book. Only one of these has survived beyond fifty pages and will never see the light of day.. more..Writing
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