You and I

I used to think we were the same

You and I

But we couldn’t be any more different.

I am calm and collected.

You are wild and eratic.

I am cool and calculating.

You fly by the seat of your pants.

I am considerate and caring.

You are selfish and cruel.

At times you are kind

But when kindness is needed the most

You are not.

I want you to be more like me.

Or who I strive to be.

But I cannot remake you.

Or try and fix your ails.

So this is how it has to be.