A Curiosity For The Faceless
by RKT
Your hand hides your face
Whenever someone wants to see it
They wonder
Does he smile?
Or does his frown reach the ground.
Does he whisper so no one hears a sound?
I'm using they when I really mean I
Guess that's my way of pretending
That I'm not curious.
I feel it's wrong
Don't ask me why
Because I don't have an answer
And I'm too busy wondering to notice
I wonder
Does he sing?
Or do those hard nights and memories steal his voice.
Does he realize he has a choice?
To leave it all behind
To take it all in
Take in the minds who wonder
... Is he alright?
Or is he just writing out short stories.
Does he know he makes me worry?