Individuality within Us

We all have our preferences
You and I, he and she
From our individual tastes
In food, friends, music, coffee

Friends may say or speak
In ways that influence us
Though, the result be bleak
As no one else can be us!

I may glance at one thing
He, she, you at another
Want to punch me when I sing
That can be such a bother

I have few plans
Little to no direction
Only doing what I can
With almost no contemplation

What I see as beautiful
What you view as ugly
May be totally different
That, is what I can see

As the fundamental truth
Of the world we see
Needing little pursuasion, or proof
Of our existing individuality