Do you see me for who I see
Are you blind to who you might be
So pretentious of us to deny
Our friends of whom we do confide.
It's ok to be unique
those who wish they had been intend to seek.
A struggle of mankind
We only look for what we are destined to find.
So we thought of this greater power
Only a few might get to devour.
Everyone is labeled of a certain type
Yet we are all made from COLORS
In various sights.
