My Face | funnylookingcorpse's Blog

I may not show my face on here and you don't know my voice either. But, what is it to be known that way. I wish you didn't see me, didn't hear me, when we met in person. You can't remember who I am, I know how easy it is to get lost. Surely your voices confuse my feelings to you as much as mine would occlude you. And it is hard sometimes to embrace people who look like they don't match you. But sometimes those are the people I need. Or that we all should know. I don't want to be erased, but when I am at home, it is almost as though not existing is what I am expected to do.
How are you dealing with life? Does somebody know your real name? Does someone understand the true meaning of your words?