Ubiquitous

Person

Oops, not a short story. Sorry. Just a poem I wrote while listening to the sad tune of Goin To Acapulco.

xxxxx

I'm just another person

trying to make a name in this world

I try to be nice to everyone I meet

I try my best to make new friends wherever I go

just so I could survive and fit in

At times I even unconsciously be an asshole

to the people I already have in my life

It's inevitable

It took me years to realise that most people don't care

if you're nice

And I think that's the price

of peace

Ignorance

Ignoring the problems

that don't relate to you

Ignoring problems

that don't involve you

Ignoring problems

Ignoring the nice deeds people do

just so there isn't a competition as to who's nicest

But if that's peace,

then I don't want to be a part of it

I'll just continue being a person

Just another person,

but still a person.

s.p.