There are times when I wish to scratch out the
Eyes of the world. Itís not that I harbour ill
Will towards everyone, Iím just lost and alone.
Cast aside so long ago by society, that now I
Wander the shadows devoid of conformity.
Iím that face that everyone knows, yet they
Do not know me, for they saw this face upon
Anotherís form. Generic I am, I suppose.
Perhaps itís that air I wander about in, the one
That says, and quite loudly, leave me the f**k
Alone. Yet, it is years of footprints left upon
My tattered clothes as people tread my length
Haphazardly. Iíve tried to hate the world, but
Have always found myself loving it nonetheless,
Against my will.
Iím just a generic soul that wanders alone in this
Terribly cruel and unrelenting world. Yet, none
See the great sadness that hides behind the anger
Within my glassy eyes. Is there not one who dare
Look me in the eye? Am I that frightening, or am
I too generic and this face all too familiar in anotherís
Glance, as I wander this world with my generic face.