My eyes glued down to my black shoes

I don’t want to lift my head up
Constantly wondering what people think of me
It's so hard these days to be myself
Always wondering if society’s judging me
I start to pick my head up
I see a whole world in front of me
Empty faces staring emotionless at me
I see so many new things
Tall buildings, fading crosswalks, people
A sea of people
People that I’ve never met
Who I’ll never meet
People from different countries
People who have their own life stories
I can’t judge people
I really don’t know anything about them
I start to realize things
I shouldn’t care what people think of me
I should be the person that makes me happy