another poem

[Iris]

The Quiet Ones
People always hurry
To embrace, to soothe
The tear-streaked and trembling.
The ones who
Display their pain clearly
In every way, to everyone.

But those people,
The open ones
The ones that reach out,
Aren't the ones
That need the most comforting.

It's the silent, drawn faces
that are quick to smile
Even though the smiles are empty
The eyes that shed no tears
But scream of pain.
The minds that shie away from others
As they plan their own demise.
The people that no one worries about,
No one takes notice of,
Until it's too late.