I find it almost crazy

That when I dream

It seems so real,

As if it were not but two inches in front of my face.

But when I wake up

My fantasies shatter

I stare into the mirror

But all I can ever see is disgrace.

Scars of good times

Scars of bad times

Scars that make me wish I had never existed

The face of me

The face of society

The faces that I should have resisted.