Blank Faces

Walking down the street

There’s a bunch of

blank faces all of them

Staring back at me.

Does that make me insane?

Does it take away my name?

Who am I, other than another

Person with a blank face.

All anyone wants to do

Is control all we do,

Control who we are

What we wear

What we hear

What we say.

All propaganda

all In it’s own way.

I will show them.

I will not cry

I don’t fear them

I will have

My own life.

I’m done with it

It has ruined me

It has broke me to It’s will

It makes us playdough

I will defeat It.

I will be free of It.

FOREVER