I've always marveled why it was always easier to pull someone down instead of pulling them up

I suppose I've always resented these inherent little tendencies we have
Like the dulling gnaw of contrition

And why even bother about getting from point A to point B
If neither of them really even exist

I've always longed to be the window pane
Reflecting any kind words, To let in all the blame

But regardless of this lofty ideology
I am still one of the biggest narcissists I know

I personally think it's sad

Audrey Stephenson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mechanics-of-semantics/