I can’t see their faces.
Blank heads without features,
Without a nose,
Or a mouth.
They can’t see me.
They can’t hear me.
They won’t be able to catch a whiff or feel my aura.
They won’t be able to speak to me.
It’s hypocritical to ask for them to,
When I can’t do the same.
I can’t see, hear, feel, or speak to them,
Because just like I can’t see their faces, they…
They can’t see mine either.
They can’t see my face.