Poem #2(Freestyle Poem) - "Funny How Things Work"

When I fall down, I look around to see if anyone saw it. I wonder if someone did, would they care enough to ask me if I'm okay or try to help me up. If they don't, I wont be mad at them, but if they laugh, then we have something in common. We both participated in my downfall. They would probably walk around or over me and tell someone about what happened. I only tripped and fell face first so I guess it's nothing too major to the world. If that same person that laughed at me turned the corner and was struck by a moving car, people would stop what they're doing and rush to his aid or call for help. I'm still on the ground and I can't feel my face, but the laughing man gets up and walks away from his ordeal as if nothing even happened. Not once did I hear someone chuckle at him but at the same time, no one called 9-1-1 for me. Is it my permanent paint job, my age or the way I look that made it to where I couldn't get the same treatment? It's a dirty world that we live in or I'm just still dreaming from last night. I think it's still funny how things work.