We all want to be unique yet fit in
Be apart yet be a part
Mankind is complex by design
Diverse yet similar at heart
Full of ego yet scared to be alone
Pride is our greatest default
My friend once told me
I am normal, not special
I responded to him
For me to be normal will be abnormal
But he was right
I am still flesh, blood, and bones
I will grow strong, weak, and old
Cry, love, and died
Happy, sad, and mad
Yeah I might not be special
But I am krys, I am human
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KRYS
PoetryWe all want to be different yet accepted We all want to be unique yet fit in I am who I am, past, future and present I am krys. Small poems about myself, what makes me me. Krys the good and the bad, the poet, lover, human, and monster. Behind every...
