Look around you here 

Look around you there 

People are everywhere. . .

Some are short 

Some are tall

Some laugh at another’s fall

Some do laps at the mall 

On the surface, things seem “normal,” even mundane 

But underneath layers, everyone houses pain 

The pain can run deep 

So deep, into every single one of your pores, it will seep 

Unchecked pain is dangerous 

It manifests and rears a demonic-like head in a myriad of ways 

Everyday among the “normal” 

Some disregard this

Ignorance sure is bliss 

Others can’t help but stare

What an entertaining affair! 

Some want to help but have no idea where or how to start

START WITH YOU

Look the mirror 

That’s where you start 

That’s how we all can play the hero’s part