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?

Grace as a necessity
Beauty that rivals nature
Quaint modesty of a lady
Perfect appeal to the masses

How can I ever live up to that?

A mere imperfect girl
With less grace and poise
Appearance to ordinary for words
With less modesty than a lady

So, I will never be wanted

Always forgotten
Left behind in the background
Waiting to be seen
To be wanted by anyone

And yet, it's a dream far off

For love knows first impressions
Its shallowness rendering us unavailable
Wanted by the perverse and lonely
Lusted for there is no one else

A vision of love that's lost

Lost to the guys who broke our hearts
To those who use us like toys
Whose love changes by the pound
Whose so called "love" made us cold.

I hate this feeling of dread creepin through my soul. There is no reason, other then I'm falling off the edge into shallow waters.

How can I love you
when I don't know you?
Your laughter is the harmony in every song,
your smile is the watermark on all my photographs,
but I couldn't tell you how your tears make me feel.

Your eyebrows crinkle when you're angry,
Not that I'd know.
You only show me your best, cleanest parts.
Yet I have given you everything.

I cannot tell you that I love you back
when all I've ever known is your smooth surface.

You ever think about how shallow some people are?
So shallow that if you stepped in a puddle of them your feet would still be dry
The people who aim to do things, maybe even great things just to impress or gratify someone
To put someone down
To make up for some kind of weakness
To prove others wrong

Those who create this image of themselves that appeases others perception of them

Money
Material things
Cars
Planes
Designer clothes
Gizmos and gadgets

Things that don't mean anything more than a look see to anyone of real depth

You know depth?

To appreciate everything you're lucky enough to have or gain
To understand the little things and the bigger picture
To have been through hardships and learned from them

Empathy
Patience
Passion
Creativity
Selflessness
Respect

Depth

But then, there is something worse than being shallow

Hollow

To be empty of anything

No desires
No pleasure

Just numb hopelessness

The ones who have been hurt and just couldn't get back up
And fill the void with either drugs, things of only monetary value or self-inflected lashings of pity, loathing and mistrust

They look at the ones with depth and see them as idiotic idealists with no direction or any idea what it means to be part of a normal society

They look at the shallow ones and see great figures of wealthy stature
Exciting lives being lead by beautiful elitists