We are not who you think we are.

The boy who came to class today with messy hair and a ratty shirt on. He has a story.
The girl who walks through the halls with her head down, not talking to anyone. She's been through more than you can imagine.
The man bringing his crying child to class each day has more of a story than you've ever been told.

We are not who you think we are.

We're the kids who didn't win the big games or star in the school play. We didn't serve on the student council or cheer in the front row at sporting events. But that doesn't mean that we weren't there. That doesn't mean we didn't have our own opinions and thoughts. That doesn't mean we didn't have our own inside jokes and memories we made.

We are not who you think we are.

We're still here. We too have a 9-5 that consumes most of our time. We worry about the future, finances, and success. We have our friends that we make plans with and our families that we spend time with. We're still here.

We are not who you think we are.

Do not mistake us for quiet or insecure. Do not think that we are weak or full of fear. Do not think of us as any less.

We are alive. We are strong. Look into our hearts and see the passion by which we love. Listen to our song as we sing the melody found only in self-influenced peace. We are alive. We are powerful. We are different. We don't see things the same way that you do. We don't have to think outside the box because there is no box. We are the fine print often missed or the details that aren't recognized. We are everywhere. We are alive.

No matter how hard you try you won't understand us. You can't. But that's okay, because no matter what,
We are not who you think we are.