You Show Me

You show me the one who has never known fear
Or one never once seen for to shed a tear
And you'll show me one with a heart as cold as stone
An air breathing individual of blood, flesh and bone.

You show me a sour looking humorless bloke
One who cannot even smile at a very good joke
And you are showing me one who does not enjoy life
One lost in his own World of his inner strife.

You show me one with words who can be quite crude
Who to others can be offensive and rude
And you show me one suffering of low self esteem
At least that is how to me that it does seem.

You show me one who is so full of conceit
Who ignore people he or she know on the street
And though seen as successful and in a good job
This person is just one more ignorant snob.

There's none of us perfect or 'twould seem that way
And all sorts of people we meet with each day
The imperfections in others in my own self i do see
And is there one quite as imperfect as me?