They say it all the time,
I heard them.
Everyone is different,
Or so they say.
We all have different personalities,
Things that make us uniquer.
But we've all been sad or happy once,
Shouldn't there be something a little deeper.
I've thought this over once or twice,
And I've settled on an answer.
It's what we persevere to be,
A hero, an idol, a doctor, or even a dancer.
But I still have some questions,
What if I have yet to find my goal.
Am I nothing,
Do I even have a soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem