but am i worth
anything, anything at all?
i pass by
and i see people
happy people, quiet people-
troubled people, angry people-
and i envy them
i envy the ones that laugh
the ones that throw their heads back
without a care in the world
i envy the ones that cry
the ones that know how to express themselves
in a quiet, discerning way
i envy the ones that speak
the ones that are heard
for they know
that they are cared for
and i think
that maybe i might be
graying, fading
into the quilt of people
because there are always
brighter colors, more vibrant laughs
and better patterns
i am only me
and that is not enough
