Why are we entrapped by these colored lines that we cannot see but follow mindlessly?
We wear invisible medals that show that we are the "good kid" or "bad kid" of the class.
People say that we are geniuses because of accessories, like glasses.
Aren't we just blind without them?
Or that we are punks because of the color of our hair, or the amount of piercings that we have.
Ever heard of personal taste?
We are defined as smart or stupid by our race or the color of our skin.
The shape of our eyes even.
Does our looks define us?
Must we forever be looking at each other's faces?
They say that the quiet girl in the corner is a "nerd " or "emo,"
but what if her soundless voice is crying out, " Notice me! Notice me!"
Or a boy surrounded by everyone, always smiling, is seen as someone who "must" be happy.
But his soul is crying out for silence.
Must we forever wear these medals, these masks that say who we "really" are?
Should we be so quick to put someone in a box of a certain shape and color?
How about we color outside the lines?
Be all the colors that we want.
Rebel from what is "normal"
Do we even dare?
