Face My Face Poem by Antonio Liao

i hate people who enter my life, believing that they have seen
me in the dark, knowing that they have lost my identity, like a
shadows of the crops, worn out in the field

i know only of myself that, when anybody talk about me,
my whole day would be empty, what makes you a real man, when
when everybody say that you have all the nice quality, when you
give them all the opportunity to be happy

yes, all is tainted with artificiality, though in every hearts, you know
where you should start, but your heart is already freaky then its easy
to escape reality, what dignity you possess, when you always
smile with fancy, forgetting that you are somebody in your
own self you are big as a tree

i would rather be nobody as long that people looks at me, as if
they meet someone beyond their capacity, i feel that i am in mess
when my friend knows that i am the best, all i need is the quest
to accept that life is empty, when i am greedy

i keep on wondering, when i feel that i am weak they are strong,
i always tend to see no more than to look back the things that makes
me sad, deep in my heart i believe, i can survive in the game of
life, their must be no sad

face to face i must face the clouds that blacken my day, the blood,
that taint my heart, the dress that tore my skin, the oneness of my
soul cleanse my whole self, to take the uncertainty of today, i must
take this moment to live, what meant to live as the day is
mourning, scratching my grave

do it now, for tomorrow maybe it will never come............