Why Heart And Not Circle? Poem by Richmon Rey Jundis

Hearts here,
Hearts there,
Hearts everywhere.
Boxed in a cage of ignorance,
We try to conform to what is common,
We are afraid of losing the sanity
Here in this world full of hypocrisy.

I see it as a circle, endless.
I see it as a circle, with no corners.
I see it as a circle, not a heart shape.
I see it differently,
Not like how it is perceived by the society.

I am an alone circle,
But not lonely,
Mixed inside a box of hearts.
I look like being forced to fit in
Inside holes that resemble hearts,
But one thing is for sure,
That I am unique
Even if I am not pure.
Insanity is the inability of relating to others,
Yet I am a circle who understands heart.

We are both shapes, we are both correct.
Yet I am not a heart, but I am not a mistake.
Energy from our hearts,
Not the shape,
But the beating, pumping, and bloody organ,
Is a circle of uncertainty:
We cannot tell its origin and beginning,
Likewise, its' bitter ending.

Life is a circle of people's flow,
Today you see them,
Tomorrow you don't,
The next day, you see them,
The next day you don't.
Life is a cycle.

Look and find a mirror of reality
That can tell your true identity.
Are you the same as everybody,
Or are you a different somebody?

So, let me ask you once more:
Why a heart and not a circle?