Silent Bubbles

Most people on the bus don't share their troubles.
Afternoon or morning, sun or rain,
they sit there all alone in silent bubbles.

That woman wearing bruises like a stain,
won't speak or meet your eye. She fears attention,
afternoon or morning, sun or rain.

The skinny angry kid who's full of tension,
(you see abuse's shadow in his face)
won't speak or meet your eye. He fears attention.

The young man who's so careful of his space,
who won't be touched or touch, as if there's danger--
you see disease's shadow in his face.

That girl who seems terrified of strangers
though chances are her problem's close to home,
she won't be touched or touch, as if there's danger.

And in the end, their stories go unknown,
'cause people on the bus don't share their troubles.
Though chances are, their problem's close to home
they sit there all alone in silent bubbles.