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You would think of pain if you saw me bleed,
If I was to smile you would proceed,
Words are without effort, the meaning to see,
Words are accurate, preserved as reality,
A bus seat becomes a temporary home,
The first bystander hides behind a mobile phone,
Two similar life forms sharing the same place,
Despite the logic, you never notice my face,
The second bystander enters reading a newspaper,
Hidden where fact and fiction meet, only do you feel safer,
Trapped together in the same race,
Despite the logic, you never notice my face,
I sit here now alone, judging that they didn't connect,
They didn't see thus I'm not even something they would forget,
To be human is to be trapped in your own mind,
If you escape then you create a destination to find,
Staring out a window, judging those next to you,
Justifying it for you assume their doing the same thing too,
I question their thought process, how could they not look,
As I approach the poems end, with regret I hold this book,
You would think of pain if you saw me bleed,
Body language states a lot however, this is the sign we fail to read.

Description
You would think of pain if you saw me bleed,
If I was to smile you would proceed,
Words are without effort, the meaning to see,
Words are accurate, preserved as reality,
A bus seat becomes a temporary home,
The first bystander hides behind a mobile phone,
Two similar life forms sharing the same place,
Despite the logic, you never notice my face,
The second bystander enters reading a newspaper,
Hidden where fact and fiction meet, only do you feel safer,
Trapped together in the same race,
Despite the logic, you never notice my face,
I sit here now alone, judging that they didn't connect,
They didn't see thus I'm not even something they would forget,
To be human is to be trapped in your own mind,
If you escape then you create a destination to find,
Staring out a window, judging those next to you,
Justifying it for you assume their doing the same thing too,
I question their thought process, how could they not look,
As I approach the poems end, with regret I hold this book,
You would think of pain if you saw me bleed,
Body language states a lot however, this is the sign we fail to read.