Them
I think of all the people I’ve met,
And all the people I’ve condemned,
Of all the good friends I forget,
Trying to act like them
I think of all the things I’ve done,
All the places I have been,
Of all the things that came undone,
Trying to live like them
I think of how I’ve changed myself,
Hoping to be one of the “gems”,
In the end I wasn’t good enough,
At trying to seem like them
I think of all the happiness,
Of the things I can amend,
Of all the people I can bless,
Trying not to be like them

