WE

(person walks on stage and sits on stage)

(speaks clearly, slowly, and passionately)

We’re all people, here.

Vulnerable

Insecure

Easily Broken

Worried

Flawed

Yet, we like to separate ourselves.

(5 kids run onstage. A boy dressed in athletic apparel, a girl dressed stylishly, a girl dressed in sweats with hair tied in a messy bun, a nerdy looking boy, and a girl dressed professionally. The people stand about 5 feet apart behind main speaker)

The jocks

The pretty girls

The ugly girls

The nerds

And the kids who act too young, or too old

(a girl walks onto the stage and sits next to main speaker. Other kids give her strange lucks and chuckle silently at her)

We like to believe that the girl who cuts herself is

Insane

Depressed

Stressed out

Stupid

But aren’t we all?

Could depression be much, much more common than we want it to be?

Who in here has had a bad day?

A bad week?

A bad month?

The person you never talk to, could secretly be the one most like you.

(all the actors look at each other quizzically)

The person you never talk to could

Have divorced parents

A sick pet

No money

No hope

Just. Like. You.

We like to believe that we are all (pause) so (pause) different.

To make ourselves feel powerful, or better.

(first 6 actors leave stage, pregnant looking girl walks onstage)

We like to believe that only “those types” of girls get pregnant,

And only “those” guys get arrested for smoking weed behind the gas station.

But do we not have the same

(one of first actors walks onstage, stands toward back)

Classes? Shoes? Favorite stores? Favorite sports teams? Favorite TV shows?

(another walks out, stands in different spot closer to audience)

Are we not all human?

(another walks onstage, stands in different spot closer to audience)

Do we not all

(another walks onstage, stands in different spot closer to audience)

Fear rejection?

(another walks onstage, stands in different spot closer to audience)

Need acception?

(another walks onstage, stands in different spot closer to audience)

Need trust? And love?

Feel hurt and pain?

And heartbreak?

Does anyone wear a social mask, or is it just me?

Why do we separate ourselves?

When we are so alike?
Our hearts beat.

Our tears flow.

Our smiles glisten.

Why tear each other down?

And not build each other up

Into an amazing machine

(end scene)