The faces down the hall
are freaky, glad or grim
The rolling eyes and tossing heads
That clever, angry grin

That whispering, not too soft
will cause a little cry
as giggles erupt behind my back
and burn behind my eye

Faces, faces everywhere
each has a look for you
Some crusty, pent up feeling shows
that might give you a clue

But really masks are all they are
That's all the faces wear
Painted on, dressed up or fighting
Each one stares, "I Don't Care"

But, the fear behind the faces 
is as large as they are weak
The real faces would like to come out
They're just too scared to peek

DSH 4/2/07 

People are not as they seem. All are walking a difficult road for some reason, even those who appear to have it all together or appear to have it all.