I have a name but does that really define me/
i have a face but does that really present me?
put into a body i did not choose
lead to believe a belief that i still don't understand
competing in a world where everyone is aiming for the same goal
to follow a dream to succeed the prizes of being successful
even if it means to manipulate one another
Who am I?
the youngest of three
just known as their brother or kid from.....
like a picture with no title
the viewers have a different opinion of what the art is telling them
but not what the art is showing them
this poem was written by a friend named Stanley.i really love it and decided to post it