Thoughts From a Spec in the Universe

Faces

We always speak but never hear
Never hear the pain of another
Never see the pain in a smile
We go through life
A blur of faces
Everywhere we go we don't see a thing
Never remember what others have said
Only the knives they give
We are all faces in a crowd
No personality or fear
But in truth, in our soul
Eyes are weeping
Screams echo
Unseen pain is all we have
All suffering with no release
Our society spirals at our lack of empathy
People are not people
Faces in a crowd
We turn to phones and screens to veiw the world
Here there are people
Here we are happy
We are all trapped in a society that is fake
Only care about ourselves thinking we are the only ones in pain
The truth is we are all damaged
We are all sad and angry and hateful of ourselves
If only we listened
If only we could see
If only we looked up from our screens
Until then we are nobody
We are cowards
We are nothing
Unil we see more than a face
We remain in the dark