“Who Are You?”
Not everything in our lives,
Will be handed to us on plates.
I can tell you once we’re alive,
We have such undecided fates.
There are those who like to strive,
And always question themselves,
Like the bees that buzz in hives,
Honey doesn’t make itself.
Some of us are leaders.
We grab the bull by the rope.
If you fall into this category,
You will never lose your hope.
But some hide and cower,
Running away from their fears.
This prolongs the inevitable,
When they finally break down after years.
Others are just so lazy.
They don’t even want to try.
They reside in rooms so hazy.
They stare with bloodshot eyes.
There are those who keep on trying,
Even though they never win.
After some time spent crying,
They get back out there again.
Some will always have,
Their heads up in the clouds.
Whether that makes them glad,
Their conscious fails them now.
Others desire to get away,
Through the shiny edge of a knife.
They just can’t face another day,
They’d rather endanger their life.
There are those who force their hands,
By taking the wheel and steer.
They’ve crashed before they began,
In the looming puddles near.
There are the meek; the humble.
The boisterous and proud.
Those who always stumble.
Those who are always loud.
There are the quiet; the shameful.
Those like porcelain glass.
Those with taste so disadainful,
In reality they’d never last.
And then there are always those,
Who blindly remain open.
Taking how life goes,
Emotionally they are broken.
But they are the ones who realize,
How destructive we can be.
They see beyond such cryptic eyes.
They see what most can’t see.
And they remain the strongest ones,
Battling through everything.
To them the shots of a gun,
Is nothing to what they’ve seen.
They exhibit such empathy,
Understanding how others feel.
They put others before them endlessly,
While their own problems are concealed.
So next time you complain,
About how life is just so tough,
Rather than point the blame,
Realize we all have it rough.