The Observer

People Say im pretty so I backtrack in the mirror to spy the beauty they claim they see, Must I be blind? Must I don't believe? Maybe I overlooked something, they can't be talking about me. The woman across from me in the chair she just stares I wonder what she is thinking or what she knows I can tell, by her body langauage that she is alone. The man anxiously masticate at his finger nails until their nubs. I wonder what he is nervous about he must be in deep thought. A screaming child cries out for their mother's attention, but she doesnt acknowledge him she continues on by her busniess. The child must feels neglected. The mother also looks exhausted she must be a single parent with no help she does it all on her own she is her own backbone. The things we see the things around us we must be aware of them the world is filled with wonders and unanswered questions. Who will answer these questions? Who will pay attention?