The Question of "I"

Through out my life time I have come to find

People to be self pleasing

No care for those with out food or clothes

Just the notion that I keep me breathing

And yes no doubt that with out I

I couldn't love my brother

But when do I stop helping me

And help the I with nothing?

I dont have much

But I do have more

Then some who are still breathing

While I'm self pleasing

I no longer apease the I that I once kept feeding