Back at school I'm sure some of us were among "the cool kids". People were down for anything you said at all, and you basically ruled your grade, if not the entire school. You wore nice clothes, had an amazing Instagram account.... People would kill to be you,and you knew it.

But let's talk about the other guys. People like me,and maybe some of you reading this. We didn't have a lot of friends, save that clique we tried to maintain. We had to strive for recognition, yet our efforts were nearly always inconsequential.

We had to fit in, so we forced ourself. Put on masks that disguised our real personalities. Yeah, we joined the boys to talk about football and soccer and Kanye West's latest album when deep within us all we wanted to discuss is anime.

Yep, anime! The first love that we jilted just to fit in with the cool kids. And at the end of the day, when school was out, we'd take off our masks and rests our facades for the next day as we joined our real friends on Facebook to talk about the complexities of the Sharingan and how it could see past others techniques.

Talk about how we wished we could use the leaf hurricane on all our enemies till they cried for mercy, and how cool it would be to be Kenshin the wandering Samurai in old Japan, having to fight off the old demons of his past as an imperialist.

About how it'd be great to reach the moon, and how cool science was.

Then the next morning we'd put our masks on an go back to the boys.

The girls weren't any fun either. We weren't Plain Janes, and would rather talk about equal rights, cool books and how religion blinds people

But the other girls would see you as weird, because they were simple-minded. All they wanted to talk about was Keeping Up With The Kardashians and Real Housewives of God-knows-where. So you had to become more dumb and shallow to fit the stereotype. You had to go "tee hee hee" at that boy's comments instead of telling him how desperately he needed brain surgery so he'd become wiser.

We had to hide for so long because we didn't want to be right when the world was wrong.

How does a bird escape a cage anyway?

But one day we'll break free. Because the price for being fake is costly. That mask is beginning to get old, and we're not interested in wearing it anymore.

We'll show them what we got. Because unlike them...

We think deep, but they're shallow.

They want everyone to be in one stereotype, but We love what we love, because we see the beauty in the differences in individuals.

We see how rad the colour purple is, when all they want is black and white

The world says Different. We say Unique