Face Of Another.

Awake, strong, irritated
Little girl was she
Slumber prevented and
Her mother was the key

Yearning for mothers comfort
Her magic powers
To control the world
Her love always showers.

Ask ask ask for help
All she did was turn fouler
The girl stayed consistent
and a truck hit her face 75 mph.

Her voice was a siren,
ringing above her head
Filling her mind with
nothing but confused dread.

Why why why would she do that?
Mother what are you doing?
Oh, my bad, I slipped.
Please, who are you fooling?

Who is this woman
In the place of her mother?
Because all she sees is
The face of another.

Drowning in the
Alphabet soup of confusion.
Pain was all she felt
Mixed up in her mothers illusion.

Don’t you let me go tonight.

-Sam Visu.