I’ve seen the faces, feeling lost amongst a sea of faces.
A growth that became more frightening. I misplace it.
Push it to a side, completely in disregard. It’s a weakness, tears it down.
Still, the impact never leaves. One by one they all try to scream.
The longing the look, the longer the stare, the memory of one thing.
Deep down in that sinking flow.
It not only taught me, they made me see. The faces of others who were hiding.
Empathy, deeply, feel them, their hearts beating. I never had to ask and already knew.
Anongst all my angry, internal screaming, silent crying, broken, endless sea of faces.
Can always see the you, every past, present, and future yous
As I look at them… do they see me?