Some people, are a perfectly balanced tower of rocks, just one touch, and they fall to pieces.
  Some people, are only meant to be looked at, but not to be taken care of, not to be loved.
Some people, revel in their sadness and pain, because without it they are nothing, nothing but air and a shell that forgot its bearings.
Some people, don’t know what they want, can’t see where they are going, and can’t feel any of their feelings.
Some people, will only be happy if they made another happy, or if they murdered another’s dreams.
Some, will look upon from the sidelines unmoving, or walk precariously along the edge of a trench.
What are we, do we all know this person you call yourself?