There’s something different about everyone’s eyes
Each a different setting
Many things seen
Both good and bad
To the very extremes
Tears of sadness,
Happy tears, too
Whether circular or oval
From hazel to blue
There’s something different about everyone’s mouth
So many languages
And accents together
Words so uplifting or not
That are in mind forever
Some controlled,
Others not.
Some take pills or drink
Or just smile a lot
There’s something different about everyone’s ears
From music to nature
And teachers to friends
Some like listening to others,
While some pretend
Some just hear criticism
And hope for more
Yet some hear things too much
And don’t believe it anymore
There’s something different about everyone’s thoughts
Most don’t think things through
And regret it again
Some think too much
And miss opportunities in the end
Some minds can hold
So much pain and anger
While others yell and scream
And instantly feel better
*Everyone is Unique*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem