The clover.

Different, like a clover
with four leaves.
not three, as all the others
usually have.

Different, yet the same.
Blended in like a
person in a crowd.

I am that clover
different, yet the same
in so many ways

Treated differently
the "lucky" find
people search for
clovers all day
while I'm here
still searching for
myself.

Will I find me?
Will You search for me?

I am the clover; where are the eyes?