Faces
So many of them
Blurring in and out of vision
Some smiling sympethatically
Others frowning
I've always hated those
That give you the pitying smile
I don't need your pity i think
But I never say
Because just like my thoughts
It doesn't matter at all
My opinion doesn't count
It never has and it never will
My thoughts the disease
Self-worth is my prevention
Happiness the medication
The result more psychological,
Than physical.
