The people I see, stand for themselves. Knowing they need a career to propel, These people are sharks with happiness on their faces. They will faint an attack and come at you from different places.
They do not interact unless you make them look better. They'll hand you an umbrella in the rain, but as long as you write a "thank you" letter. They will open the door and say have a nice day, But only hope that god saw they did it the right way.
They buy homeless people food after church on Sunday, To push the guilt the pastor put on them away. They will act proper in public and smile to a stranger That they later made fun of, for the lack of green paper.
They will say racist remarks when no one is listening. They hope that god didn't notice either or wasn't watching. They will say they are always there when I need them, But I just found out today that I'm barely breathing.
That makes me one of the people they walk by, Without noticing, no matter how hard I try. When I finally need the help they could give, They walk away and make jokes at how I live.