Who are you?
You are human.
Yes you are.
You may tend to forget,
but you drive a nice car.
Who are you?
Do you even know?
You get everything handed to you.
Like you deserve it.
Do you?
Who are you?
I may not know.
But I do know one thing,
You deserve nothing at all.
Who are you?
What have you done?
You may seem like a nice person.
But not compared to some.
Who are you?
What made you, you?
But you dont really care.
You are sheltered in your own wealth.
With none to share.
This is nothing new to you.
Who are you?
There are people that are suffering.
They are dying to have what you have.
But you? you take advantage.
Who are you?
I would really like to know.
What is life to you? Simply just a gift?
Do you see the beauty and pain?
Doubt it. You see nothing.
Because all you are is vain.
Tell me who you are.
Right now you are in the shadow.
When you learn to enjoy life.
Let me know.
This poem was somewhat directed to a girl whom I don't know. But the only words I heard that came from her mouth were, "check out that beached whale in the front," this was obviously directed toward a heavier set girl in the front. I said aloud, "Well, That was rude." hoping that she would have heard me. I saw no reaction... so I said it again... Again, no reaction. I said it until I realized. What would I have done if she heard me? I wish I could have given this girl a piece of my mind because she seemed to be lacking hers.