Faceless Voices Poem by Rebekah Gamble

I am never alone
with only myself.
Oh what a luxury
loneliness could be!
I wake screaming
soaked in sweat.
For a moment's silence
one may give the soul itself.
How empty are the times
of sweet-smelling smiles
when falsehood reeks beneath.
What horror there is
in a blunder,
for the taunting of a thousand
follows quickly in it's wake.
A stranger unto myself,
a monster in a sack of flesh-
I am never alone
with only myself.