in a world called my mind

3

Are people like snowflakes

Or are they more like raindrops?

Individual pieces of art

Or identical replicas of nothingness

The beauty is in the eye of the beholder

But no one sees me anyway

So what does it matter

If I'm a snowflake or a raindrop

I'm invisible nonetheless

At their core, they're made of the same thing

But rain and snow are so different

How can they be the same?

Have you noticed that

You never see both together

Snow and rain, never together

Opposites, yet they're twins

How horrid is it

To have a part of you

That you'll never truly know?

Uniqueness is not always a good thing

Some people would kill

To be a raindrop

Rather than a snowflake

I know I would.