What I want to be

Not everyone is the same, but everyone is different.

         So many people. So many lives. Maybe some of them, will actually manage to survive.

          Surprised I was not, they were among us anyway, every second, every hour,  every day.

         These people, they speak in low voices, tell secrets in the night. Pretend they're you're best friend, all out of          smite. Disgusting it is really, but reality lets it be. As humans and people the same and yet alone,

         We still wish to take the lives of many. 
         Mostly it is vanity, wishes it may be, but others, urges, humans, rage, factors outside these.

         Lists here are many lives to go, they were just in the way. Too many peopkle

Reviews

[Pancake Bunnykins]

This is amazing, I like stories/poems with double meaning.