People Are Like Gravel Poem by XxEmotional PoetxX

Have you ever been somewhere,
Where gravel is all around you,
Have you ever picked it up,
If not yet, then you are bound to,
But what do such small rocks mean,
In this giant world,
When no one stops to look at them,
Instead their minds are curled,
People are like gravel,
They all fit in just the same,
But no one ever stops to think,
And that's a horrible shame,
When you pick up a bunch of gravel,
And toss it all around,
You'll notice something strange,
As the gravel hits the ground,
At first the tiny rocks,
That were thrown, seem to stick out,
But after just a second,
They all blend in, there is no doubt,
It's just the same with people,
A new person everyday,
But after just a moment,
They fit it, they're just as plain,
And if you dig your hands,
Far enough into the rocks,
You find ones that are wetter,
And darker in some spots,
It's just the same with people,
If you dig down far and deep,
You find yourself some friends,
That forever you will keep,
The minds of certain people,
Will forever wonder again,
If people are like gravel,
Until the very end.