Some things come easy.
Does a bell learn to chime,
Does the water learn to flow?
Faces...they learn
Not to turn, not to notice.
They learn to pass each other,
To form some new
And unheard of stereotype
On the green eyed blond
Or the silent teacher.
Faces thrive on that,
Because deep down
They are only faces.
Faces that need to be
Better than, more noticed than.
They thrive on being seen
By the other faces
The ones just like them.
Faces hide; not themselves,
But what is behind them.
They cover the fact
That they are different,
Frightened, and oh so alone.
Just to be noticed
By the other faces,
Who are just as different,
Frightened, and alone,
Hiding it, because they
They don't even know who they are,
Other than faces.
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Written August 10th, 2003
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wow, this is a wonderful poem. i really liked it. thankyou for entering my contest, good luck!
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I really liked the entire concept of this poem, it reflects my thinking so closely is scary
Great Write!
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This is interesting and so true...I like it. Only thing: a bit redundant sometimes..but maybe you were going for that.
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"They thrive on being seen
By the other faces
The ones just like them"
I like your though processes. Interesting concepts behind this piece.
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