Look closely, everything around you
All those faces, weary and fatigued
The perpetual notion is in my head
How long can I be deceived?
The scars lie beneath their appearance
Among the smiles remain the sadness
Is there compassion, for the small, tired being?
Not with a mind filled with madness
But there hovers the affection
That we want to give, to those
Who are fighting a battle with themselves
That we know nothing about
Their eyes have captured the pain
Yet, they seem to hide it
& we stand there feeling helpless
Cause in real….we’re just one of them.