Familiar Faces

There's so many familiar faces walking by, but I don't see them like I see you, like I see me. They are just faces, passing smiles and glances. On an instinct you do the same. We rarely stop to talk about anything worth concerning ourselves with. We try to blend into eachother and be one in the same, but we are not. There are very few people that can understand us like we understand ourselves. Nobody lets you get close enough. We're all so fucking scared about what other people think. Why? Why is there so much fear? Why do we yearn for approval the way that we do? Do we really need someone else to tell us that we're good people, that we are worthy of our existence? I'd like to hope not. What makes us happier, being accepted by others or being accepted by ourselves?