You walk along the street. <br />Noticing some people. <br />You don’t think twice. <br />They are just an object in your everyday life. <br />But really, each and everyone of these people have a story. <br />Their life is their story. <br />And don’t ever think your story is more important than theirs. <br />Whether they are homeless, <br />Whether they are rich, <br />Whether they are poor, <br />Whether they are beautiful, <br />Whether they are ugly. <br />Each and every one of them has a story. <br />It might be a sad one, <br />One that can make you cry. <br />It might be an amazing one, <br />That will fill your heart with hope. <br />And it might be of a person who calls Hell, their Home. <br />And chances are, <br />That most people you see on the streets, <br />Are suffering inside, <br />Behind their fake smiles. <br />And don’t ever think, your story is more important than theirs. <br />Because you my friend, <br />Are an object in their everyday life, <br />As they are in yours.<br /><br />Gab Oso<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/people-you-see/
