This poem is for the insomniacs.
This poem is for the people who can't accept the fact that they're fading away.
This poem is for the people who remember every little detail of their childhood.
This poem is for the people who can't remember what they ate for breakfast.

This poem is for the people who starve to watch their children thrive.
This poem is for the people who cry during every movie.
This poem is for the people who gamble their lives just to feel alive.
This poem is for the people who write in the margins of library books.
This poem is for the people who lock their keys in their cars.

This poem is for the people who consume their thoughts with words of wisdom.
This poem is for the people who wander the streets of big cities in search of an absolution.
This poem is for the people who have had their hearts broken more than once.
This poem is for the people who have forgotten how to love.
This poem is for the people who fight for a better tomorrow.

This poem is for us.

The people with weak flesh and strong minds.
This poem is for us, the people that try harder each day, even if they don't get the outcome they originally desired.
This poem is for us, the people who are still waiting to live in "the land of the free.."
This poem is for us, the people who will do anything to be noticed.
This poem is for us, the people who find it difficult to cope with life and death.
This poem is for us, the people who trek on unappreciated.

This poem is for us.

The people who are simply human, just trying to stay alive under the pressures of humanity.