I Am Not You.

What the world knows not,

I am not the same.

I have a different blood,

rushing through my veins.

Pulverized and then rebuilt,

no regrets and no guilt.

Let gone of emotions through my words.

Now the sea is silent,

calm and peaceful.

Ask me and I will say,

I am not you except

that we are all from clay.

I bleed different.

I bleed emotions and humanity.

I bleed pride and serenity.

I bleed love and fraternity.

I am definitely not you!