O Life Poem 

O me! O life! I am so completely in-between, 

I am between brown buildings and crowds of people, 

I am a slave to public transportation and waiting times, 

I am a secret as well as an open book, 

I am reproaching myself and I question too much, 

I can never appreciate people's sordid manner, 

but I accept it too often. 

How am I supposed to be an acceptable person, 

amidst all this good and bad. 

Answer 

I am here, and I am good. 

I am secure and exist in the way I want to.