Appearance doesn't matter in friendship

So different, yet so same.
Straight lines, round cicles...
Best friends in a thought, horrible enemies in another.
So far, yet so close...

As I walk down the streets, crowded with whispering people,
they whisper how different I am,
but to others, you look so different, as in beauty so great.
What do they think of me?
How do they think of me as "differnet"? A stray? A rebel? A freak?
We don't look like we'd turned out to be the best of friends.

Yes, I do get jealous of you.
So beautiful, so social... How you look not so different from the others.
But our minds are quite alike.

Our appearance may be different,
but does that really matter?
My short black hair, your long, soft blonde hair...
Foggy dark brown eyes, filled with confusion but no one can see...
Your clear, beautiful hazel eyes.

I'm sure those don't count for how close friends are...
Because no matter how different our appearance might be...
We're much alike.