I observed a crowd of people and assumed each and everyones personnalities by their looks and face expression. They each wanted to scream out something, their deepest secrets, but shut their mouth immediately by the person beside them. "Some demons are harder to fight," I told myself. "And mine are the hardest," everyone added in concert. Then, through all the genuwine smiles and fake laughs, I searched for the one that would leave us the first but i got twisted in this huge web we call fate and never found any results. I realised that it wasn't important to know, you just had to enjoy today like you did yesterday and the day before. So my frown joined their society of sincere smile concealing all my sorrow, my worries and any sign of despair. Is this true happiness? Bored by this society, I left as an individual and others followed. There was a bunch of us each searching for something to fill this hollow place. Some found each other, others found material things to replace the unsubstantial hollow place in their heart while more and more just got confused and hurt. We then all discover this simple thing that makes the eyes reflect the ocean in a firery delirium of emotions. We try to hide it, each finding an outmost flaw in this quick glance of the wonders of the mind but we soon smile again. When we finally get enough of life in solitude, we compare others with ouselves or acquaint ourselves with others adding drama to this overly dramatic place. This superficial place that often need to be introscpected and questioned. When enough has been picked up to create a personality, we abuse those of others therefore giving them our demons. Well, in the end we're all sharing the same demons thence making us a global crowd of teenagers fucked up by our own creations of happiness.