The Truth Is A Stranger.

Nobody heard him, the dying old man..

But still he lay moaning and grunting in pain..

Anticipating the arrival of help..

Barely hanging on for dear life.

Nobody noticed her, the nerdy school girl..

But still she danced in the parking lot alone..

Ecstatic after getting her first kiss..

Her sequined gown a butterfly.

Nobody consoled him, the handicapped boy..

But still he watched the beautiful girl swift by everyday..

Mustering up the courage to speak to her..

Surrendering his dreams to destiny.

Why, oh why..

Why do we fail to notice the pain, happiness and anticipation?

Most of all, why can't we see the reasons behind those emotions?

Why are we oblivious, and refuse to embrace true sentiments?

Are we afraid?

Are we?

I need to know..

Because the truth is a stranger..

And I am afraid of strangers.