Who Is The Alien?

What planet am I from?!

Surely, one that is not my own.
Judging by the looks of others
I'm clearly not at home.
How these aliens think (or not)
and what these extraterrestrials do.
I must have seven eyes of pink
and a brain all misconstrued.
We appear the same in form and shape
Breathing in and breathing out
but the similarities stop there
or perhaps they are hiding behind a shadow of doubt?

I long to be like these creatures,
but my mind won't allow it.
They don't know how they know
but they know I just don't fit.
A sick sense
mundane, simple and unimaginative.
How can they not see what the "others" have to give?

Let the essence of originality and diversity enter your soul.
Shed your tough skin and your shortsightedness
and this world will become whole.