Faces, Faces

I hate the faces. I hate the look of the looks of pain, the looks of discomfort, the sadness in the eyes of the face, the confused face, the face of empty of not recognizing anything you are saying, the faces that I haven't seen before all wrapped up into one person. One person that once made faces of joy, faces of recognition

, faces of relief, smiles on faces, sometimes tears rolling down the cheeks of faces, the mouth on the face that would not hesitate to tell you off in one second and in the next praise you. I don't like the words of discomfort that come out of the mouth of the face that once only had good words for the most part, I don't like the moans of discomfort that come out of the direction. 

Unfortunately I can't do anything about the faces. I can only look at the faces and try to turn the frowns upside down into a smile as they say. I am waiting for the day that the faces with always be smiling again.