The Dark Face

She’s a dark face

One that continues to erase

my happiness

and moments of child

She’s deep in nature

But she knows my thoughts

yet she twists them so wickedly

that I don’t recognise myself at all

And I hate her so

She is hostile and immature

She’s the fragile side of me that acts

maliciously and insecure

And I tell her to stop

because she only makes me cry

I wipe my tears, go back to sleep

wake up and retry.