It brings us together,
that feeling inside.
We all know it and feel it;
it won’t hide.

Taken for granted,
those that it is for.
We take on their traits,
a little more and more.

We scorn others for feeling,
the way that they do.
Yet we know that we all,
sometimes feel that way, too.

It’s around in plays,
movies and books.
It comes from their minds,
bodies and looks.

We push it to leave,
but we know that it won’t.
We keep trying and trying,
just don’t.

It brings us together,
that feeling inside.
We all know it and feel it;
it won’t hide.

It comes and goes,
some say by fate.
Some think it’s love,
but I say it’s hate.