To Feel the Sun

Where was the you that helped people? Where was the you that hoped for the best? The you that cared? The you that gave strangers a kind smile, just because?You had no idea.No idea why, or how.Did it ever exist in the first place?You weren't a bad guy. You didn't think so.Perhaps you walked past a man who had dropped a few oranges as he carried them not-so-carefully towards an old stall, or maybe you shrugged it off when an older woman got on the bus, legs a bit shaky, not enough to need a seat, someone else had already donated theirs.If you were tired. If you didn't want to. If—People like you weren't like him.Not because you were a supervillain.You didn't care enough.You didn't really change your ways.You just couldn't be like him. Like the Sun, so bright and warm.You weren’t a good person either.You wanted to know how it'd be, to feel like the Sun.