The Tormented Face

Expression

I see a face in the mirror with tears running down to the cheeks.

I ask myself whose face it really is 

But then I see a smile and think how it could be like this 

A sweet gentle face, with hopes filled on its eyes 

The bright eyes like the moon, they shine from within 

The softness of the skin, makes every one wanna lean 

Movement of the lips, all you think is just whisper and kiss 

The snow white teeth it carries, makes a man wanna say let's marry 

The lashes without mascara, still glows like shining stars 

Then I ask myself, is the inside of this face the same too? 

No no no I hear this face's soul answer 

Then I look at the mirror again and wonder. 

Is life worth all this pain this face has been through? 

Its whole being has been twisted by so many fools

Its understanding of life is so mush different than others.

What they see as torment, this face see as pleasure. 

It used to wish for its salvation 

But now it only wish to feel its own suffering 

For this face has grown to love the feeling of torment 

It love to see the scars on its skin 

And feel the scars on its soul 

If only this face would know the real being 

Every one would cry and pity for it. 

But then this face wish for no one to ever know.

For this face still cling to that hope  

Of becoming the face which once was happy and never knew torment.

By Antonia Komba