The Lost, The Dark and The Confused

Mind Games

I look down at the
Scars both Physical and Mental
I can still feel
Every Word,
Every Cringe,
Every Tear,
Every Cut

Then I blink and they're gone

I look out at the
Faces in front of me
I see the Looks of
Disappointment,
Anger,
Pain,
Fear

The faces are those of mine

I try to speak but
Nothing comes out.
I try screaming but still no sound
My head starts pounding,
My heart starts beating,
My ears start ringing.

I've been talking for a while

My thoughts cloud my mind
They start to blend together,
Running over the other
Not a moments peace.

I see things,
Do things,
Things that I wouldn't do before
But now I'm content with it

Content with seeing what
I want to be
True