It seems as though the people I thought were close enough to know me would be able to hear my cries, so to them I speak with many faces, not once acknowledging my voice for even a split second. Things have changed where my heart is no longer so close to anyone.  They pay attention to little things that have no matter, but cannot hear when I scream in their ears about how much I do care. Expression is meaningless because no one will ever be able to find some common ground of being able to actually see into how another suffers, even with smiles on their faces. There are many walls that bar us in these times from coming close.