I know we are the most creative people there are. It’s a challenge with expressing ourselves so we repress ourselves. We believe the world doesn’t understand us or except us. Not that we always wanted to be someone or something else we just want to be something more but the tiny voice of one individual surely couldn’t overtake the billions and who are we to say we are any more important than them? So we just continue to keep quite, it’s easier than really putting in effort to be apart of something bigger. You only see us in groups because we aren’t really loners, that’s the last thing we are. We would rather be around people then alone to deal with the demons in our head, and that’s just when it all happens when the demons scream through the crowd. That’s the trigger and there’s no turning back there it is and it’s the only goal we have accomplished in ages. Ages turn into decades and decades turn into a lifetime. We lie and make excuses or we lie and say we are happy with who we are. The real truth lies with the pain we’ve buried under our chest with boulders of dust and ruble, never to be spoken to anyone but the demons, their the only ones who know.