Looking......., Looking Again...., Thinking, Is that me??? Body covered with crude tattoos, Hair never had comb through. Dirty grubby torn jeans, Shoes never been cleaned. Questions ?????? Would I employ, Would I befriend, Would I have respect, Of what I see. Answers......., Is that reasons, Why??? I have not been employed, Why I have no friends, Why no one respects me. Never look for any excuses, Rather look for all the reasons. Mostly caused by Me. Wrote this poem because I get annoyed by people who always blame their circumstances for their non performance or feeling sorry themselves.