Face
I see a face I wish not to see.
A face that is always mocking me.
A face that laughs when I fall.
A face that doesn't seem to like me at all.
The face is everywhere I see.
The face is following me.
As I walk down the cold sidewalk.
I can feel the face that stalks.
I pick up my pace.
So does the face.
I run full speed.
Fleeing from my foe that us unseen.
I run in my house, slamming the door.
I drop my things on the floor.
I run in the bathroom and rinse my face.
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