For Being So Different, We'Re The Same Poem by Nicholas Neato

Everything I write
I feel is turned to gold
I have the midas tongue
It allows stories to unfold
Tells of heroes and tragedies
And a love you could only wish to hold
Some wish they could be this stunning
Some wish they could be this bold
Some wish they could be half of what I am
Some wish their heart didn't feel so cold
We all still wish to be a kid
We all fear growing old

For being so different
We're the same