Those People

They are unknown but known, as they are seen but invisible. They speak but they're unheard by those around them. Filled with a million words yet unable to say one of their own. They're attacked but yet no one sees the brutality. They smile with happiness and capture it in a picture, to be shared amongst their friends. They see someone in pain and some help, while others add to it. They share their common interests and fight for their rights. They contage everyone with their laughter, their joyous disease. They transform themselves into someone who is actually them, who they actually are. They love who they love without any regrets, without a second thought. They may fake their smiles, their laughter, their happiness, their enjoyment, and what is real is their tears but that's okay, because they still exist, they're still alive. They are different from everyone else but that's okay, they are just those types of people.

They're just Those People.