The world is mixed with colors,
all of which we do not see
I think our imaginations' should be the world's first wonder,
but I don't think everyone would agree with me
Why are we all different from each other?
Being the same would be more easy.
We're never the same to one another
We all do things that can be cheesy....
Why do people care?
Is it harder not to?
We all make mistakes that we can't compare,
We always want to fit in, when will we realize that we probably weren't meant to?