What I See

Do other people
See what I see
When they look at the world
The sky
A stone
The bathroom floor?
Why do I see
What I see?
Why do I
Like it makes me
Not quite real
I see the faces
In the floor tile
In the car bodies
In the house fronts
I pass by
I see the pain
In the invisible eyes
The hearts calling out
For tender care
Am i that strange
To see what I see
Are others
Just not aware