Faceless

Faceless

An identity; the fact of being who or what a person or thing is. Like I have that. I have no official name, no official personality, no official looks even. I am a toy, that is played by others and society themselves. It's like I'm a faceless impediment object, now isn't that something? Someone told me to write in this worthless book called a diary, but I picked this one, since it had the words 'Faceless' on it, as it described me well. Ha ha, wanna read a poem I wrote? Here, I'll rewrite it for whoever is gonna read this:

"There is a man without a face,

a faceless man without a name.

He's the son of nobody-knows-whom,

the father of no one.

He talks rather slow,

but indeed he is a man.

He is somewhat like cellophane,

no one will take notice of his appearance.

He writes his name in invisible ink,

writing lines on the paper which will never be seen.

And as the years go by,

he will just sink further still."

Is it good? I'll never know. Though, I do not have more to say. How do you end things like this? Ill just say, maybe ill write in this again, but with another face on.