I once looked at myself and I questioned the point of everything about me,

Why do people look at me,

Sometimes judging,

Why must they decide what's ugly and what's not,

Why must people look at one another as if they chose to look the way they do?

It sometimes saddens me,

We're merely human,

We aren't Gods,

We aren't magicians,

Nor are we sorcerers,

We can't change what we look like or who we are,

But we can change the way we treat one another,

We're only human and I wouldn't want it any other way.