Who Are You? Poem by Justin Kulwicki

Who are we to be so vain
To think we'll ever win this game?
The odds are against us,
The pressure just builds up,
Yet here I am with you.

Who am I to dream?
To wish so hard that this is true?
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But it kills to hear 'no' from you.
Still here I am with you.

Who are you to be so nonchalant?
To act as though you have all that you want?
That you have everything
You will ever need...
When you are here with me?