I am me,
and me is good;
but to others,
me is not quite acceptable.
They are themselves,
and that is what makes us,
as humans unique.
No two of us are alike,
twins may have similar appearance;
but the way we see the world,
is never the same.
External attributes have very little to do with the way our lives our lived.
In fact, in my head, we are all different because of the way we think and draw upon the influences of the people we look up too.
But hey, that's just the way I see it.

Alien...
An unknown object that comes from the deep cold vacuum we call space.

Alien...
A person living within a country, with roots and a nationality from another.

Alien...
Someone or something that society feels uncomfortable with, and doesn't feel the need to accept.

What is reality?
Is it the cool embrace of winters chilling winds?
Or is it the tingle you get while walking in the sun on a summers afternoon?

What is reality?
Is it the smell of fresh apple pie cooling on grandmas windowsill?
Or is it the sharp smell of perfume on the girl sitting next to you?

What is reality?
Is it a beautiful sunset, sending ribbons of color across the ocean?
Or is it the New York City skyline shining like a beacon through a thick layer of smog?

What is reality?
Is it made up of everything that we can see, smell, and touch?
Or is it made up of the dreams that we are constantly generating inside of our heads?