I've become so alone,

my mind has created these pale faces

to keep me company

when no one is around.

They stare and watch me

in curiosity and anticipation

of something I don't know yet.

Sometimes they smile when I cry,

and frown when I look at them.

They don't like to be noticed.

But I know they just want

to feel what I feel.

They run away from themselves

by constantly watching me.

Maybe that's why my mind

has made them up.

Maybe it's trying to show me

something through the faces.

Maybe the faces are me.