Different Poem by Michael Buchanan

i look around at all the people around me and all i see is the similarities they have to each other. yet no one is like me. no one feels my pain. No one is brave enough to show how they feel. No one cares enough to love. Everyone beliveves they know hate. Nobody has gone through the life i have. No one has felt the pain i feel. No one could ever make it this far off the pain i feel each and every day. In each and every way. I know its odd and i know its different but i dont care. i want to be different. but not from everyone. For everything there is another isnt there. For every pot there is a pan, for every white there is a black. Things intertwine. Just as Ying and Yo. So where is the other half of my peace. There is a constant war until you finally come. until you finally show your face. oh' how beautiful that face will be the day we finally meet. My soldiers will lay down their weapons and call it a truce. my mind will relax and i can finally be with somebody who knows how i feel and feels the same but no longer pain but happyness and love. no more hate for the man who killed my soul no more hate for all the unexpected plans. I can slay my demonds and welcome my angel. And like gorious god had intended it to. i shall be in heaven on earth.