Same or Different

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.