A sense of similarity
flows in all our blood,
we are all small,
we are all built from the same dough.
We don't seem to listen
nor understand,
until extraordinary events
bring us all in a table
where it doesn't matter
who's more or less baked,
we're all there together
in the same level
battling the same fears.
YOU ARE READING
Introspective of an introvert
PoetryWe're all the same. We feel the same but we manifest it uniquely. The words I say you feel them too.
