do they know about the things we hide?
do they know about how embarrassed we are?
do they care?
do they even see through us?

we question their will to live
when we wonder why the hell
we are leading the life we live
and just... stare

do they see what's wrong?
how can they know?
there are so many questions
I can't answer anymore

and we hope
we don't run into walls
and we don't turn to be them
to be like stone

newspapers and coffee
and morning buses 
packed up with
iphones and stress