Different

How are we so "different"?
If "different" is just a thing.
If we all have certain features,
What does "different" bring?

People filled with hatred,
Can't possibly see,
That there's not really "differences"
Between you and me.

Looks can't show "difference",
If they're just there to be seen.
If you don't look like someone else,
Why are they so mean?

If being "different" is what is wrong,
I'd rather not be right.
And I'd want to finish living,
Doing the "different" fight.

Whats the Difference?

He holds her close
And he strokes her cheek
He feels her heartbeat
It makes him weak

He holds him close
And he strokes his cheek
He feels his heartbeat
 It makes him weak

He whispers her name
A loving motion
He squeezes her hand
With tender devotion

He whispers his name
A loving motion
He squeezes his hand
With tender devotion

His voice is shaking
As he tells her that line
He utters "I love you"
For the very first time

His voice is shaking
As he tells him that line
He utters "I love you"
For the very first time

The relationship envied
By friends and peers
Neither has to worry
About mocking and fears

The relationship disgraced
By enemies and others
Hate to be afraid
To love one another

Both couples are loving
Both are the same
In yet one has to suffer
While one feels no pain