I wrote this while sitting on a plane, watching the people bustle about without even an acknowledgement of their neighbor…
A Thousand Faces
Surrounded by a thousand faces, people everywhere
From the kindest smile, even a chuckle, or maybe an empty stare
But this pain, it ails me, I can’t figure it out
This pain that haunts me with silence. and SHOUTS.
Surrounded by so many people, people everywhere
But known by so very few, does anyone really care?