Faceless

A Poem by Mika

Walking alone, glancing around, facing the world
I see stillness in people’s faces�"
eyes fixed forward, empty,
their movements lifeless, mechanical,
as if none of this is real.

The sunlight doesn’t feel warm anymore.
Everything has gone cold.
Agonizing pain hangs in the air,
ignored by everyone who passes through it.

If we look up at the sky
and see the same stars,
why are we not living in the same world?
The truth is�"you’ve been fed too many lies.
Nothing feels real.
Everyone seems to move
under someone else’s control.

Thinking freely�"
is that wrong?
A hunch creeps in: maybe everything is a lie.
Standing still, watching the world,
I wonder�"
was every movement premeditated?
Something tells me even my thoughts
were planted by someone else.

If I extend my hand to the sky,
would you explain to me what life is?
In this world, slowly rusting,
I can’t even trust my words or my mind.
If I’m like you,
why am I not lifeless?

A new day begins�"I open my eyes.
The tears I shed are gone, erased.
My movements no longer feel like mine.
Am I becoming one of them?
As I struggle to fight it,
every ounce of strength drains from my body.

I close my eyes
and remember what it felt like to be alive.
I gather what’s left of my strength
and I fight back.
I don’t want to be one of them.
If I must live as an outcast,
I’d rather be the odd one
than become another doll.

If we look up at the sky
and see the same stars,
why are we not living in the same world?
You’ve been fed too many lies.
Nothing feels real.
Everyone dances on invisible strings.

If I reach my hand to the sky,
tell me�"what is life?
In this world that’s slowly rusting,
I still feel, I still question, I still resist.

I am not someone’s doll.