I know a man without a face but he is no less a man
He's just unsure who he wants to be, why can't others understand
He's afraid of the unknown, his fear restrains his ability to move
It doesn't mean he's not grown, it doesn't mean we shouldn't approve
He hides in the darkness, away from ridicule and prejudice
Keeps his heart close, takes regular visits to a specialist
They tell him he's fine, it's all in his mind
but he's witness the madness, how is everyone so blind
They try to force feed feel good pills, but he will never accept
They try to draw a happy face, but a blank face he's kept
Not happy, not sad, not feeling good or bad
Not knowing emotion or feelings for these he's never had
Its not that he can't make a choice, he can and he will
He's chose not to choose, it's his life to fulfill
Though his face remains blank his heart remains true
He will find who he is, when he find someone like you!
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