They told me, The kind of person I am, is good. I asked them if they meant my because of my art, They simply patted my shoulder, "You're not like them darling." Who are they, The people you say are bad? I saw no one different than me at the showcase, We were all humans who gathered to show off our art. Of course, I know what they meant, I just couldn't believe they'd say it.
Hears to being human, a single species made of good people.