smiling faces

I 've torn all the faces of people from
my wall
i hate the way they stare at me
like they are disgusted by who i am
when i was little
i used to believe, that everything you
see
had feelings
even the faces on handles of doors ,
and the strings of grass
even the faces i cut out of the books i
read
even the lightbulb that hung above
my head
i was so aloof and chose to stay away
from
they made comments about it
i guess i was crazy
i cant stand the faces on the wall
mocking me , their eyes, seemingly
following me
their smiles seem to fade the more i
stare
i wanted them for company
but as time went on, i wished they
werent there
i bet they were watching me
resentfully
as i slept
so i tore them off
i couldnt take it anymore
they made my thoughts louder with
their questioning glares
and once again it was a little peaceful
but now i have to go back into the
real world
and leave the hollowness of my room
back to the laughter of the critics
and the dissapointing looks
i can already hear my thoughts
getting louder,
and LOUDER
it makes me wonder .. ... . Can i tear
their faces off too ?