Faces. By fireflystar.

My face is just a face, another face.
Nothing in the endless sea of other faces.
I write, I run.
Many people do these things. I'm not the only one.
My name is just a name, another name.
Nothing in the endless list of other names.
I walk, I read.
Many people do these things. It's not just me.
My voice is just a voice, another voice.
Nothing in the endless rush of other voices.
I hug, I care.
Many people do these things. I see them, they are already there.
My smile is just a smile, another curve of the mouth.
Many people smile, many people don't.
My tears are not missed in the endless torrent.
Many people cry, many people can't or won't.
On days like these I am alone.
Thank God, lucky them.
 My selfish face is the only one.