Once upon a time it was a day like every other, and people were going about their business as they do everyday. People expected this day to be the same as every other, and they were right. Nothing out of the ordinary was happening, but if you were to dig down, underneath the hair products, manicured nails, and fake tan. You would see that we are all the same, we have the same organs, muscle, and bones. That is not the only thing that matters in society, love, and hate though. People look at your hair, skin color, and body to deem you worthy of money, life, and love. They even try to see what's in your mind, if you're straight, gay, bi, pan, trans, asexual, or agender, they assume thing that aren't the least bit true. As such, there are terrors out there that are caused by the things people are prejudiced against, if you are Muslim you might be associated with terrorists, if you aren't the perfect body type, the right religion, or the right ethnicity, then you are going to be discriminated against. Billions feel this everyday so that's why it was a day like every other, people walking by people who are dying, plotting, and already dead on the inside. No one realizes it until it's too late, even celebrities feel this, celebrities die, have their hearts broken, commit suicide, and we all make a big fuss over it, what about the people who have to suffer in silence, who have to walk this world with no one to support them through the tough times. What about them? Are they not relevant? How would people react when they find out that their parents are getting divorced, or that they're being sold. There are people who have that happen to them, it makes their life miserable, what would you think if your parents told you that they were getting a divorce. What if you found you out that your best friend was dead? Would you be able to live with that? How about if you had been raped and impregnated and people started to call you a slut and a whore because you were impregnated without being warned and without choice. People have that happen to them, they might have the child, kill themselves, or have an abortion. If you were to have been raped and impregnated wouldn't you want to get an abortion? Wouldn't you want to kill yourself? How could you know how those people feel? Who are you to judge? Who are we to judge those we know nothing about?