Life is like a tin of colored pencils, all neatly stacked in trays, rainbow order and perfect. Everyone is a colored pencil, we may look different but we're all the same. Though we try to be different, and give ourselves roles.
The red pencil on the top tray, we idolize him, though he's just like us. We make him more special, because he's on a higher tray.
The black pencil, being the lowest, no one would remember him when he is used up and gone. though he is just like the red pencil, just on the lowest tray.
Every color in the middle trays, look to the one right below the first tray, for news, advice, and gossip, they write the other pencils all their stories. though they are manipulated by the top tray without notice, being told what and what not to write.
While the trays in the middle, these little monster trays, they're the ones who shun the ones that are different, make fun each other and try to be like the top tray.
If you had to choose, what tray would you be?