One Of Them…

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.