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?