Faces

If It was about the value of this penny 

All the change in your pocket wouldn't do

It's not about me , it was always about what they saw in you - 

I walked around with out a mirror for so long , passing strangers , face planted in the ground 

Back faced into the crowd 

Invisible 

But it was you 

The one you couldn't face 

All along - 

It was your weight I carried 

On the shelf 

I toss the penny in the well 

Staring eye to eye now in the crowd 

Sometimes me 

Sometimes them 

A pocket of change 

Your regret