But What Does That All Really Mean?

tommy-johnson Poems

You ever think about how shallow some people are? So shallow that if you stepped in a puddle of them your feet would still be dry The people who aim to do things, maybe even great things just to impress or gratify someone To put someone down To make up for some kind of weakness To prove others wrong Those who create this image of themselves that appeases others perception of them Money Material things Cars Planes Designer clothes Gizmos and gadgets Things that don't mean anything more than a look see to anyone of real depth You know depth? To appreciate everything you're lucky enough to have or gain To understand the little things and the bigger picture To have been through hardships and learned from them Empathy Patience Passion Creativity Selflessness Respect Depth But then, there is something worse than being shallow Hollow To be empty of anything No desires No pleasure Just numb hopelessness The ones who have been hurt and just couldn't get back up And fill the void with either drugs, things of only monetary value or self-inflected lashings of pity, loathing and mistrust They look at the ones with depth and see them as idiotic idealists with no direction or any idea what it means to be part of a normal society They look at the shallow ones and see great figures of wealthy stature Exciting lives being lead by beautiful elitists