...

Polished and nurtured.
They're all the same.
Waiting to fall,
When the road ends,
When the cloud burst and it rains.
They're all dark and light,
Colourful and blank.
You know they've heard things,
But its all so clear.
In the eyes and all the words.
They change the colour behind backs,
Turning from table to table.
Walking between faces they knew.
They're all hurting,
Until they break and fall down.

If you push her,
Its too much,
Too much for her to handle,
She'll break, fall and shatter.
Blame you like you've never cared..
When you care, its just not your place.
When you see whats wrong,
Pointing was just another mistake.
If you ever need to cry..
Walk between faces you'd never know,
They're all hurting,
No one will ever know,
Until they fall and die.