Being You Poem by Nicholas Wayde Turner 24

Everyone loves you.
Everyone respects you.
Everyone wants to gain your trust.
What is it about you that everyone finds so appealing?
What do they have to gain?
I see the way you live life.
I see what you did.
I see what you do.
And all I see is misery.
All I see is sadness.
Who did you use to be?
How did you use to act?
My brain is racing with all these questions.
And no one here to answer.
I love you.
I respect you.
I want to be you.
Why?
February 25,2015