Behind the lines,
On every a face -
A story to be told.

The furrowed brows,
Or bags under eyes -
Tell more than just how old.

Is the make-up there,
For looks alone?
Or to hide scars of past?

Is that smile I saw,
A genuine gesture?
Or to keep emotions cast?

Is that child happy,
Innocent and free?
Or hiding his pain from all?

Where are you headed?
With your focussed stare -
Purposefully striding tall.

Do you long to dance?
With your walking stick -
Do you miss the way it felt?

Are you as kind to her,
As you appear to be?
Do you really make her heart melt?

Who is the main character?
The one it all centres around?
Or are we all meant to be,
Just members of a crowd?

Like a tree,
With many leaves-

I wasn't the only one.