It seems we are all fearful,
Helpless,
In despair,
And out of touch.
Why does it hurt so much?

When we wear our masks
Hiding,
Crying,
Behind a smile;
We are trash thrown to a pile.

Yet we still exist in our enirety,
Breathing,
Bleeding,
All the same,
All sharing the human name.

We cry when we are sad
Excited,
Happy,
Exhiralated-
Darkness for a moment faded.

Then we reveal our faces
One face,
Two-face,
Eyes of iridescence
Show our guilt and innocence.

It seems we are all fearful,
Fearful as one.
Strong together,
Let's stand against the current,
We each our own insurgent.