nobody is different

we all are the same

deep down

under all the masks we were forced to wear

under the makeup

the perfect images we started to create

for society.

nobody is different

when the world turns its back on us

when the sun chooses to sink

the moon hides behind the clouds

and everything that’s left

are broken images,

broken hopes,

broken humans.

we all look the same in the dark.

in the dark

when everyone is too tired to keep the illusion alive

right before closing your eyes

after a long day, finally coming home—

**that’s the moment.**

in the dark

when the sun refuses to shine

your family starts to be mean

your friends leave you behind

and when it’s just you

alone in the dark—

we all look the same.

the same dark circles under our eyes,

screaming for some rest.

the same messy hair,

after trying to fix it—

but you can’t even fix your mood,

let alone your life.

but if we all look the same

in the darkest times of our lives—

why is everyone so ridiculously mean?

when we all know, for a fact,

how deep words can cut,

how quickly the light in your life can fade.

we all look the same.

we’re all built the same:

a heart that can break,

a mind that makes mistakes,

a body that doesn’t have to be perfect—

and never will be.

so even if we don’t look the same in the sun,

just know:

when all the light fades,

when there’s nothing left but shadows,

there’s no difference between you and me.

in the dark,

we do look the same.