When we look for signs of sadness,
why do we look to skin? Tell me why it is so,
that we can not, will not, dare not open our mouths
and ask if our friend is okay?

We wait in patience until we see life
painted hastily onto skin with frustration
and anguish, but why does it have
to get to that point?

I guess what I am trying to say
is that as a society, as the human race,
we need to open our minds rather
than our eyes.