The invisible stain

I take a blade and stance in front of the mirror, I look at the face in front of me, who the hell are you? Its as if the man I see isn't the man that Iam. I try to pretend, I try to take this in stride, I try to try to cope, but there's no hope for the demon in me. So once again I stand here and I'm looking at the blade, debating a plan, but not the one you think. I go out to commune with normalcy, I feel so alienated by what I see. Its just not me, I think its something else indeed. I return once again and take a long look in the mirror, I place the blade to my face, maybe there's another behind this one. Maybe we can erase the face. Treat the invisible stain that Iam.   So I take a piece of me and trow it away. I take another piece for you and bury it in the yard. I take another piece for free and I flush it away. When all the parts are gone, then maybe a new face will emerge. Until then Im submerge in my insanity. After a few days of bleeding, I leave my home and to see what I have accomplished. I dress in my favorite suit and tie, wrap fresh gauze on the wounds. I march out the door and into the heart of the city. Up and down the street people look at me. Children run and hide, Im keep an eager stride. Bleeding thru to my clothes. Into the shopping mall, almost everyone stops in awe, I just pass them by as if they are subjects to my crown. I walk into a restaurant and sit at a table in-front. The waitress stares at me until I speak. I place an order and wait, she can barely speak thru the shakes. Now I can see there's a new man here that's me. A new face I made from clay and debris, just to hide the scars. Now the flesh is new, my life is too.