People across a narrow background,
will never know me.
they have walked in,
but never walk out.
I think about the people all the time.
People that i feel for.
People that i've longed to feel for.
People that are strangers.
There faces paint the story of all of our lives,
together as one,
the story never ends.
We all resemble each other.
No one's any other different then the next.
It's just society that shows us our differences.
Some differences are said to be good and some said to be bad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem