Different Game Poem by Wre Rabaca

I am different,
but I am the same.
Others do not understand my pain,
they say they feel the same,
but to them it is all a game.
A game of life,
the silliest and unfairest of games.
It is different for all,
but all reach the same end.
We see the game flash before us.
We see those we loved,
and the ones we could we had treated better.
Either way we shall suffer,
we shall laugh,
we shall cry,
and we shall love.