A Face That Has a name

The pressure is mounting.
Everyone looks the same.
Tanned skin and blond hair.
All faces with no names.

Skinny legs and matchstick arms.
They think it's oh-so-cool.
Most of them have no identities.
Unless defined by jewels.

I guess there's no sense of uniqueness.
They look down upon you if you're not the same.
But at least you have an identity.
You're a face that has a name.

* He who trims himself to suit everyone will soon whittle himself away. - Raymond Hull