Reality
If what we know
Has been passed down
And all we know
Is what we have seen
And beauty is
Only made from
What we think
It should be
Then how
Can there
Ever
Be such a thing
As reality
Or normality
We are all
Intricately designed
Each Unique
In a different way
This is a fact
Then why
Would we
Ever
Want to make
Everyone the same?
This poem is about:
Our world