I
Wonder
If I will still make sense
Of you, when I can’t think any more
And the things that you need, I hope I will.
This confusing buzzing inside my head
Is growing louder and louder
Until I can’t make sense
Of anything
Any more.

A
Void where
Their souls would be
Looking into their eyes, senseless smiles
Burning into my thoughts, hateful and hurtful
They wear masks to disguise their true faces.
I wander out each day, and try to see
Who is wearing a mask
I know it is not
Me.

© Maria Francine