Amidst children in their teens,
Who surely couldn't have a strong identity,
But who create strength from being seen,
In great groups and in being boisterous.
Everyone would say that it is all a facade,
And that if you pushed at it just a little bit,
It would fall down like a house of cards.
But like standing on a sturdy bridge that's suspended,
High above a pit of deadly sharks,
Even with all the confidence in the world,
Reality gives no guarantee that things might not fall apart.
But it was alright,
What you'd expect happened anyway,
And the facade turned out to hide insecurity.
But, of course, that's just the outcome from that one day.
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