He’s plastic, you’re plastic, I’m plastic, we are all plastic. Not physically but inside, In our souls we have plastic. We see people in our everyday lives all happy and smiling but deep inside they are plastic. Most of the time you don’t see the plastic because people are usually good at hiding those deep  feelings that they have. Plastic. Because most of us are afraid to speak up. To be ourselves, we think we are the only people who have it rough but little did we know all of us, all of them, we all have something that we don’t speak of and that makes us plastic. We act like plastic. We act fake. Without trying we are fake. Cowards for not speaking up on what we feel. Little by little we fall into a can and put the lid on so that we won’t get out. So that we are by ourselves. So that we don’t have to “embarrass” ourselves.