Am I mentally fucked up too?

I walk down the halls, the same paths you took,

The same paths that we conversed,

The same paths that we touched.

I still look for your beautiful face 

Upon the crowded areas.

When I finally see you, 

I freeze.

Standing still, I lose sight of you.

I search within the unfamiliar faces

Hoping to find your warm body again,

But nothing...

I feel lost, unable to find a way out.

Why do I keep seeing your perfect

Impaired face everywhere I go?

Am I mentally fucked up, too?