Unconscious consciousness

They don't look like me. They don't talk like me. They don't do the things i do. They do think like me. They do have feelings like me. They do live like me. They look so hollow. I feel like they know whats happening even if the blank expression on their faces disagrees. We walk past them. It's rare if most of us even consider to acknowledge them. We are so different, yet we are so alike. Often they stare. They stare at the swiftness of our figures flow throughout the halls. They stare at the life we so often take for granted. I feel as if their lowest potential is what we often view as their highest. Why do we not give them more credit? Why do we not give them more time? How will they learn if we always do it for them? Be Patient. Be Kind.
-Alexis