Once I stepped on the bus
The first thing I do
is look at everyone
and the first thing
that pops up in my head is
"what are their stories"?
I never took the time
to actually think about what people go through
do they fight with demons
in their head like I do ?

As I take my seat
I look at my people again
Some are laughing
Others are sleeping
and those who are just
calm
All they do is look out the window
Like me

I always assume
Based on peoples face expression
if they go through things
And those that have so much life
Are ok

Until one day
the girl that everyone calls "rich"
was riding the city bus
the happiest girl in my school broke down today
wanting everything to be over
the guy that everyone thought was poor
because of the way he dressed
paid his daughters tuition for college
out of his pocket

Thats when I realized
I can't be judging a book by its cover
Because all this time I just assumed
while the answer was in me all this time
and that was
ME
I am an example
of what I didn't believe
I am that girl that puts up a show for people
that I am happy
when it is all an act

(that's when I snap out of it)

I looked around one last time
But this time I looked through the eyes of reality
so when I looked at my people
I seen all of their demons behind them
They all looked at me back
And seen what I was seeing
They seen mine behind me

Believe it or not we all go through something
You will be surprised of who they are too