In a World
When I remove my skin,
only bones remain.
We live in a world,
where we're all the same
but I'm still different from you.
Our paths are different,
our goals differ.
Our dreams differ,
our struggles are different.
They judge me
and you judge them.
We live in a world,
where the internet defines us.
The stereotypes are broadcasted.
Twitter,
Instagram,
Facebook,
Snapchat.
They pin me against you
and you against me.
We live in a world,
where we are all human
but there is a constant battle of who matters more.
Is it me?
Or is it you?
Does it really matter if I'm pink
and you're blue?
When I remove my skin,
only bones remain.
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