January 13, 2011
By JulietPowell GOLD, Levittown, Pennsylvania
JulietPowell GOLD, Levittown, Pennsylvania
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Unrecognized faces pass by me.
Generic, plain faces,
Like the ones we practice in art class thoughtlessly.
Their expressionless faces seem to penetrate my mind.
That look they give-
Like they’ve known me in a past life.
They see through my transparent skin;
They try to get into me.
Surrounded by strangers,
I learn to give up my self- respect.
The expressions that all seem the same,
The names that I will never remember.
Just like unmarked graves,
They seem to be left, and forgotten.
My manipulating ways are unintentional,
But I must realize that it’s wrong.
Will they remember me?
Will an impression of the pain that I caused them be etched on the tablet of their heart?
These unrecognized faces pass by me.
They whisper sweet nothings in my ear,
And I whisper back softly as I move on
To the next one.
They’re left cold.
Tell them I’m sorry,
That I was a powerful gust of wind,
That left.
I’m sorry.
But the only face that I recognize
Is yours.
Out of admiration.

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