Walking through a crowd,

Full of faces, all talking loud,

Yet none will realize that all wear masks

That girl in the corner,

She seems all bubbly and pink,

Contrary to what you think,

She is a mourner,

Dressed in black

See that figure, red haired lurking,

He intimidates all that near,

Hiding behind a carefully crafted mask of fear,

Instead when he is simply working,

How to finish school

We all have different faces and ethnicities,

Colors and personalities,

But one thing we will never acknowledge is the working of our fears,

Insecurities pushed out of sight,

Broken hearts and ailments alike,

They’re just another facet of our story,

So when will we embrace our glory,

And leave behind the lies?