Faceless PeopleA Poem by Not here
There are people
and they're waiting in my dreams. They're faceless people but they go to great extremes to communicate and to reveal all of the secrets that I wish they would conceal. These faceless people, well they hardly talk at all. Instead they stand aside as I march down the hall. But then that march, it crumbles into a crawl and before long I'm crumbled up in a ball. If they had faces, then maybe we'd be friends. But these people will haunt my night times to no end. These faceless freaks, they don't like to hear my voice. So they scream and shout and frantically rejoice. What are they cheering? Not one will let me know. When I ask them, they all start to loudly crow. But in their eyes, I see a ghastly, evil grin. I watch the sunset, dreading for nighttime to begin. They're cheering something. I think I know what it might be. And as they scream, I wish that they would set me free.
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