• HOPE


    They stare a those shiny, wet things,
    Running down my cheeks.
    They don't try to help,
    They don't look sympathetic,
    They don't care.

    Wait,
    What's that?
    There's a face,
    A face that looks different,
    He looks like he cares.

    Could he?
    Could he care?
    No,
    Maybe he's looking at someone else,
    Thinking about someone else.
    He probably doesn't know I exist.