As humans we feel
We yearn
We ignore
We pity
But what happens
When we stop being apathetic
When we stop being worthy
Are we still the same
Inside or out
Are we all different
I believe not
We are the same
We're not different
Because the moment you add technicalities
We are different holograms of the same person
There is no Black
No White
No pretty nor ugly
No money
No thoughts
Just different made up versions of the same Homosapien
Holographic
Unified
Minorities
Appalling
Neverending
Sameness
YOU ARE READING
Believe
PoetryThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
