Individualistic

A random poem I wrote.

I am the same as many people
Yet different from many others.
I wake up in the morning just like you
I put my pants on one leg at a time.
On the outside I appear just like others.
While on the inside -
I am by all means my own man.
I hurt.
I cry.
I smile.
I laugh.
While on the outside
We may appear to be the same
It is what is inside
That makes us
Individualistic.