Faceless Being
I don't know if others will relate to this, but I surely hope not. And I should clarify this doesn't happen all the time, not even most of the time, but every once in a while there's that subtle hint that I don't belong here, that I'm not as human as everyone else, that no matter how carefully I choose my clothes and my lipstick, I'll always be at the border, too foreign for others' gaze be able to reach mine.
