Blurry

All you ever see is the picture
Only a blurry image of a face in the middle of a crowd
There is no notice to detail

The scars on their wrists are just scrapes
Their bloodshot eyes are only a tint of red in perfect white
That tear blinked away is no more than a piece of dust

We choose to see what we want to
Anything that could even suggest depression is ignored
We all turn the other cheek in our desperate attempt to numb out the pain

What do we do in this plead to save ourselves but kill those around us
No more do we see people care
And that crushes us

What are we?
Why does no one see anymore?
What will we become
If all we are in the minds of others is a picture perfect image
Of what they expect us to be