The Difference

For simply the observers.

There is always that one person,

That could have the spots of a lepard,

Or the stripes of a tiger,

That could blend in to the polka-dot pattern,

They could go unoticed,

And choose to.

 

Look at those girls and boys,

Full of themselves,

And their standings,

They would think,

People would change to be,

Them.

 

Yet the observers coast under the radar,

Go undected,

They would think,

How people change,

Into them,

And silently cry.

 

The world is full of them,

Antiques don't change to the new,

Because they are original,

And this there values,

But for now,

They blend,

Until they are old enough

to be understood,

and valued

Author's Note

If you get it, Its about those people you see at school, getting the grades. One day you will work for them, but an antique isnt reconised as an antique until it is older.
If you get that at all. Yet again please ignore the grammar and spelling. Thanks everyone.