The world so cold,
No emotions
No words
No movement

Everything seems to be still
This Utopian world
It is only perfect to those who force it to be.
No crime
No deaths
No sadness.

I am different
I see the colors that no one else sees
Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Purple.
I hear the cries of victims
I hear the tears of weeping souls
I heal the hearts of the broken
I am different.

I don't want to be normal
I'd rather be the only one.
I'd rather be the reason this world is not
A Utopia.