Strangers short poem

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Would it be okay if I sat here for a while,
Maybe we could contemplate together,
Others may not notice but I can see your smile,
Its sincerity has changed just like the weather.

I know you do not know me but maybe that is why,
You can talk to me and open up your heart,
At the end of this conversation we can say goodbye,
Our time will end so let me help you start.

I know that you are hurting , I can see it in your eyes,
I see a true reflection just like mine,
Why do you tell me that yourself you do despise,
I pray that you will love yourself in time.

I genuinely care so please feel free to talk,
Not one sense of judgement will you find,
You think that I’m “together” but maybe I am not,
That’s why I see the turmoil in your mind.

You say that you feel like no-one understands,
I ask if you have given them the chance,
You tell me you’re drowning fast in quicksand,
Rational and insanity in a dance.

You stand up from the seat and thank me for my time,
You see the bus coming up ahead,
I hope our conversation will help you in your climb,
Escaping from the thoughts inside your head.

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