"El que no posee el don de maravillarse ni de entusiasmarse más le valdría estar muerto, porque sus ojos están cerrados."
Crowded hallways, are the loneliest places for outcasts and rebels or anyone who just dares to be different, and you've been trying for so long to find out where your place is but in their narrow minds, there's no room for anyone who dares to do something different. Oh, but listen for a minute. Trust the one who's been where you are wishing all it was but sticks and stones, those words cut deep but they don't mean you're all alone, you're not invisible. Hear me out, there's so much more to life than what you're feeling now, someday you'll look back on all these days and all this pain is gonna be invisible. So your confidence is quiet to them quiet looks like weakness but you don't have to fight it, cause you're strong enough to win without the war. Every heart has a rhythm, let yours beat out so loudly that everyone can hear it, promise you don't need to hide it anymore. And never be afraid of doing something different, dare to be something more. These labels that they give you just 'cause they don't understand. If you look past this moment, you'll see you've got a friend waving a flag, for who you are, and all you're gonna do, so here's to you and here's to anyone who's ever felt invisible.