People love to say
"I am different, like
None another"
They never say it
In as many words
But I've seen the
Ones who do.
These are the ones
Who'd talk a lot
Who'd hate you
Who'd pick a fight with you
Who'd make you sweep their homes
Who'd finish the last ounce
In your bottle of water
Who'd talk behind your back
Who'd spend more time near the mirror
Than near good music
Or near those
Vast worlds within pages
Who'd envy you
For being different
Yet everyone is
And so are they,
And they are right
They are different
From
The ones who are.