You

​Every day you see your own face;
And think it boring, as though nothing new is there.
Yet because you already know the tears in your own
Eyes and the stories in your own mouth,
And everyone else knows theirs but not yours,
Each remains silent, not asking, not telling.
In this way, the histories of generations go untold.
What you do not tell, no one will know.
What you do not ask, no one will tell.