When I walk into school, I don’t see clothes or backpacks. I hardly recognize the shoes, the jewelry, the hairstyles. All I merely am aware of is the emotions etched on every face of those surrounding me. The boy who sits behind me in history is crying to be noticed, wanted. The girl just to my right in science is quietly whispering for solace from the empty caverns of her heart. I don’t notice materialistic items when I look around; all I see is faces longing to find deeper purpose, a knowledge explaining their current existence. I feel so helpless when I glance into their struggles, so desperate, yet unmoving in my actions. If my eyes are opened to more than just the worldly appearances of my peers inundating me, why do I blink and push them away?