PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I'll B-S this,
There is a thought,
I'll spill my heart out,
Is another.

They all look the same to me,
Continues onto another,
Why is there such pain?
Coming from a different.

Is it sympathy?
Is it the supernatural empathy?
The perceptions of mortals,
To read into others?

Those who can feel art,
Those who see mirrors,
Instead of walls,
Why are they different?

To understand,
Or to see,
There is a difference,
And all of us are different.

The majority of us
Will never understand,
At all that of which makes
Which piece of art greater than
The other that sits next to it.

...are we valued the same,
at some unknown value for our
physical traits,
and our personalities?

I cannot certainly perceive,
Why I would be liked
Over some other,
Who I thought was better.

I wish I had the ability,
To have everyone's perceptions.
And a final last thought would be,
I wish I were they.