A body with no face, a face with no name

I wrote a note about love and fear

About losing what I hold dear

But you threw it away

And went about your day

 

I wrote a story about hope and freedom

About a flowery field in a golden kingdom

But you laughed at my fantasies

And ridiculed my optimistic mentality

 

I wrote a letter about the world around me

And how I wish it ought to be

But you ripped in two

And said I had no clue

 

I wrote a poem about glitters and gold

Worldly things that was foretold

You said it was art

And placed it in your heart

 

It was then I learned how to please you

It was simple enough, nothing brand new

I should mold into society

Banishing individuality

 

Isn’t that what you wish?

For me to have no real niche?

To be a body with no face

To be face with no name