Blank Face


I have a personality

I know I do 


It just hasn't been found yet


Every time it tries to break free it's bound, shamed

Can't it be free for once?


I'd like that


I guess that's a no


I've learned how to be blank

To have the same mannerisms of my friends

I know how to blend in


That doesn't mean I'm accepted 

The face I've adopted this time is boring, but neutral

Never outright hurtful


But boring


I guess no personality can change the fact that I'm quiet, huh?




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