Tears are rolling down my cheeks
As i remember the things that i didn't want to see
Didn't want to hear and didn't want to experience
I was hoping that these things are only in my dreams
I was hoping that these things are not real
Since I was a kid, I already know that I was different from others
It is not because of my gender, skin color, nationality, religion or whatever
It is because of how I see things in a different perspective
Someone asked me "how does it feel like to ride a plane and see the view from up above?"
I replied with a question "how does it feel like to be the pilot leading the people on their way home?"
Nowadays, people tend to search for their own happiness, for their own satisfaction
But me? I tend to help other people because of my realization
That I am not the only one living in this world
I am not the only one who was born for survival but we all are
YOU ARE READING
POETRY
PoetryThis is a spoken poetry that I made and was inspired by the story 'taste of sky,' written by ventrecanard.
