People say,
people create,
people repeat,
and me?

I am the same,
but what
is the difference?
Why do I want
to be different?

It may be,
I don’t want
to be judged
by my same
bleeding knife.

If I am,
I may realize
the first one
I have ever stabbed
was myself,
as I judged
without the quilt
of understanding.

We are all different, but the same. We are the same, but different… until we learn to love. Thus, understand others.