This was the only face I was given
Are the edges frayed, are the bones brittle?
I cannot bring my eyes to your image
I am tongueless, dead

These are the hooks in my eyes
These are the anchors left when oceans dried
This is my blood, this is my flesh
I wasn’t molded to love, I was molded to live

Am I worthy?
Am I worthy?

Can I catch your attention?
If I crave just as selfishly
As the media art
Of ******* perfection?

Am I ugly?
Am I pretty?
Or am I faceless when you see me?
Am I faceless?
Am I faceless?
AM I FACELESS?