Young and old, feeble and bold, well-groomed and unkempt, we
see them.
Going somewhere and going nowhere, restless and stable,
useless and able, we see them.
Wise and clueless, kind and ruthless, God inspired and Devil
inside, we see them.
Contributing eagerly and taking greedily, we see what we
want to see.
From behind closed doors and in open public spaces, safely
residing in family homes and aimlessly dwelling in homeless shelters, we turn
away in fear and confusion.
Cut from the same cloth, they too were conceived with the
hope we all once shared.
Dare we know their
hidden pain of self-loathing and hopeless torment?
Their constant reality of the war inside their minds, hidden
only by the smile we demand they shield us with as a mask.
Barely thriving, they mentally fade away into the forgotten
landscape, we often hope would swallow them up inside.
Disturbed and disillusioned, souls seemingly disconnected,
but dare we hear them and give them our time?