Whatever has caused you so much pain
That you chose to hide your face
Behind that mask?
Your skin made pale
Your eyes blood-red
Your flesh pierced in a thousand places
You didn’t do this to yourself
It must have been already there
Was it a loved one
Someone you took to be a friend
Who caused the pain
You simply can’t forget?
I pray that you find peace, my friend
A love to heal the scars
That I see mirrored on your face
I pray that you forgive those
Who failed you
For your own heart’s sake
James Araucaria 
I love this. It’s a common thought running through my own head when I encounter certain people on the bus.
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Thanks, I often have these thoughts too. Sometimes I wonder whether I should just walk up to them and strike up a conversation. But then I never make the move.
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Whenever you are called to do so, my friend.
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