I can see a face.

There is a noise I often hear
at times it is angry
at times it is sad
at times it is happy
at times it chuckles a diabolical laughter.

If I look closely enough I can see a face
appearing when I am alone
the face looks as if it is melting
as if it is made of wax.
tears I cry
sting the face
leaving imprints of wrinkles.

If I am quiet enough the face speaks to me
saying “I am your creator,
without me you wouldn’t exist.”

In which I smile back and say
“Without me you wouldn’t exist either,
your welcome for being my creator.”

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina