I'm proud and snobbish,
I'm fun, and a pain.
The kind of person that drives your mother insane.

The girl with the bad boyfriend,
The boy dating the brat.
The right finger on your left hand,
The leader in your school’s marching band.

The face on the milk carton, of that missing child years ago,
That guy on your street comer with the colorful afro,
The pizza on your plate,
Or peace and all the hate.

The love on the earth,
That woman somewhere giving birth.
The worker in the sweat factory, barely making ends meet,
I’m the fuzzy stuff that's on your feet.

Who am I, you'll never know....
I might just be the snowflake from the new fallen snow.
I could be your neighbor,
Your brother,
Your mother,
Your sister,
Your dog.

I could be the fly sitting there on your wall,
And that is why I will never tell,
Because if I did, it would be no fun at all.....