Dystopia face

How can I be so scared of your face?
Of pretty eyes,
So huge and round.
Of lips being parted,
Slowly losing their shape.
How can I be so scared of this face?
Is it the way
Your skin is wrapped around your skull?
Is it the way
Your hair clings to your forehead?
Is it the way you bleed,
The way your tears paint
Through the dirt on your cheeks?
Or is the way you’re breathing,
Panting for air,
As if there was none left?
How can I be so scared of this face,
When all I fear
Are the things
This face has seen?