mis-understood faces

faces...
faces...
so many faces
all that cud easily blur into one
yet each are all so unique.
each, i will most likely never see again
have i come this far to observe
hav i come this far to look at their faces?
the sensation i feel wen i look into their eyes
they pierce me so deep
i feel my heart race n curl into knots
knots of confussion
love
hopelessness.
have i come this far to push it away?
to block out the hounding looks and remarks with numbing sounds of the west?
does it hurt to show a little love?
does it hurt to do what ppl least expect...to show a little kindness?
the looks of suprise wen i smile
shock
confussion
bitterness
an overwhelming stare of emptiness...this is the most frequent return.
wot is it that they seek?
wot is it that can refill that emptiness?
so joy can be restored into their deep black eyes.
this is a ppl that i will never truly understand
yet also a ppl that hold a peice of my heart
something i dont understand
but will forever embrace