Different

I whisper the same sweet nothings into ears
I repeat the same words to the same song
I cry the same salty tears and dance the same
    Yet you say I am different

Now I look at myself and see what you mean
The sweet nothings are from deep within my heart
The song is the one I sing to you when things go wrong
And I cry the same tears but with each tear I grow stronger
With each dance I grow more graceful and harder to be pushed

[Now I see what you mean when you say I am different
I see it in your half smile, in those little hints you give]

In the past I used to just write down what came to my mind
Now I realize the words I choose could make or break a heart
And that it has to come from what is lying deep inside my soul
It didn’t matter before but now that it does it makes a change

There is responsibility in this pen as I write on this lavender paper
There is power in my words as I write and it’s enough to change
All that the reader has ever felt or thought or heard or smelt

Maybe that is how I am different- maybe because I truly care
  In this world where people have forgotten what really is
          Love and care for another fellow being