Alone I stand in this crowded place,
Surrounded by people, yet I have no face.
In this sea of faces, they see not mine.
No one to turn to,
no one turning to me.
What a hollow fate,
for the old extroverted, introverted debate.
With open arms,
I stand with no face.
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No Face
Alone I stand in this crowded place,
Surrounded by people, yet I have no face.
In this sea of faces, they see not mine.
No one to turn to,
no one turning to me.
What a hollow fate,
for the old extroverted, introverted debate.
With open arms,
I stand with no face.