That Face

I see it on walls and table-tops

In darkness and light

Staring through crowds at me,

At my broken memories.

There is no way I can tell what is real.

A memory is at once a blessing

And a curse.

How can I tell if my mind is truthful

Or a sordid liar?

Its eyes haunt me when I am alone

Even surrounded by friends.

I need to be around but people

But despise them when they touch me.

Don't tell me I'm scared.

I'm beyond scared.

Don't tell me I'm scarred.

I'm beyond scarred.

Don't tell me anything.

I'm beyond everything.

So far gone I cannot even see myself.

Only That Face.