Sometimes I just stare at
the person talking in front
of me and a roomful of
adolescents and ignorant grownups
and I want to step towards that person
get their attention and then gravely ask

are you happy with how your life
turned out to be content with what
you accomplished and was given in
return aspired by challenging
figures who as lifelong perfections
construct metal walls around hearts

Do you know who you are; can you
remember or live throughout each
day without questioning whether you'll
make it through or not because I can't
and it's frustrating but strangely
refreshing at the same time because
change is more likely to occur when you
think too much about such simple dead things

but some things in life were never
meant for some people no matter
how much they try or how much
they wish and why don't the people
in their lives understand that why
couldn't they feel compassion and
show support for the person as
how he or she already is and not
who they want that person to become

I hate people like that
people who can live day by day
beside a person throughout their lives
and never ever be able to know or see
who that person really is and never
ever be able to understand or care for them
because they're too ignorant and expectant
and selfish and they just can't see.

I stare at the person that's talking
in front of a roomful of strangers
and whiny adolescents and politicians
and attentive Gods and jittery parents
I stare at myself and ask
Are you really happy?