I am you, as you are me

The world never seemed so cold. The playgrounds emptied of joyful kids, The air missing the sounds of laughter, The wind lacking the smell of curiosity. Instead, The playgrounds are filled with bullying, The air is filled with crying pleas, and the wind reeks of terror and madness. Obviously, The sun is to bright for people to see, that he is her and she is him. Clearly, A color filter needs to be applied, to show the people that we are all human. That I am you, as you are me.