Faces

I've seen thousands of faces,

All going different places.

A person's face tells a story,

That goes far beyond their inventory.

Some seem happy,
Others are a little too sappy.
Many seem so broken,

With countless words left unspoken.

Some faces are tear-stained,

While others behind glass are framed.
Multiple faces look confused,

It makes me wonder if they've been falsely accused.

The eyes are the doorway to the heart,
What I find could possibly tear us apart.
With whom should I be guarded?
Or with all should I be open hearted?
I want to know what everyone is facing,
But I'm afraid I would begin pacing,

Because, I am not the Creator,
And my job is not to be the Mediator.

For now I will go to my places,

And continue to watch the faces.