I love meeting new people,

Unseen faces I now see,

Fresh characters and personalities,

Just the fact that someone can be different,

That alone is charming to me.



But behind each smile,

Underneath each grin,

lies a swirling wave of depression,

perhaps a vile sin.



Everyone hides something,

Their secrets and their lies,

Their problems and their struggles,

Buried and hidden behind their eyes.



People are puzzle boxes,

Covered in locks of unusual size,

Breaking them can be tricky,

But inside always holds a startling surprise.



You must get to know them,

See what makes them tick,

Reveal their every weakness,

Find what makes them sick.



To truely understand people,

I feel you must endure what they sow,

you need to listen and comprehend,

to at least some of their woes.



So listen to your friends,

Show them the attention your paying,

Don't just sit around and observe,

But listen to what they are saying.