The Face Of My Soul: The Anonymous

If you look at us, you’ll think we’re the same.

Maybe that’s what the world wanted to smooth every edge, silence every difference, until no one remembered where one life ended and another began.

I used to believe I had a face that belonged only to me. A voice no one could replace. But somewhere between fear, expectation, and survival, I became another shadow standing among shadows.

Now we stand together, close enough to disappear into one another. No names. No stories. Just the quiet weight of existing without being truly seen.

Yet beneath this silence, something refuses to vanish. A pulse. A memory. A fragment that still whispers, You were never meant to become everyone else.

Perhaps the hardest battle is not finding yourself.

Perhaps it’s refusing to lose yourself in the crowd.