Could it be, that all we
Have our multiple differences?
Or are we all quite the same
And looking through different lenses?

Experiences make us who we are
And tell us how to see.
Different moments in our lives
Can make us who we want to be.

An embarrassing action may cause blush
But cause smiles in the end.
A painful heartbreak deep inside
Will bring greater things and mend.

Looking through glass spectacles
of what our failures have been,
Show us more, and more, and more
Of who we are and when.

So are we really different?
Or all very much the same?
Take a look through another's lenses
And see what gives us our name.