Why?

Why is the sky always called blue
When it is red or purple or green?

Why is everything so difficult
Even though the answer is in front of you?

Why is it that everyone is unique,
Despite the fact that nobody stands out?

Why is it that I am unique like everyone else,
Yet I do not fit in with the normal?

Why is it that people say something is normal
When there are no two people alike?

Why does not everyone accept who they are,
Instead of trying to be someone else?

All in all,
We are just clouds in the rainbow colored sky.

No two clouds are the same,
Yet they are made of the same substance.