I really want to know

This poem belongs to you;
O beloved race of man.
Your maker cares tenderly,
Yet gives you no answers.

Who are you?
The spineless student
Soaking in sustenance
Of science and escape?
Eyes at your desk, afraid
Of that damsel with your
Heart reverse pick-pocketed
Into her jeans.

Who are you?
Are you the man who
Threw her love away
The first chance you got?
Too afraid to have someone
Expecting something from you.
It's best to let them down,
Just to prove that you can.

Who are you?
That fucking hypocrite
Calling the next one names
For throwing YOUR love away?
Are you really going to sit in
The gutter and ask the heavens
That ego-centric, banal question
"Why me?" Oh God, "Why me?"

Who are you?
The callous, cold heart
You proudly display.
Protecting your own,
Keeping others away?
Afraid of yourself even
More than you fear them.
I guess giving too little
Beats giving too much.

Mankind is the only creature
To ask themselves who they are.
Is it because we are so evolved?
Or are we the only ones who don't know.