true intellect?

note: poem is written graphically with intentional layout to show further symbols - please see attached photo. true intellect? People crowded all together can't breathe hot and musty, like being steamrolled over. Smashed together like stars in the sky and people lining up for free food. This is just to ask, but why if you know the answer. It must be this environment. They say a little competition is healthy but remember everyone's squished together and they yearn to stand OUT? Why does everyone have to be so hostile, so aggressive? What happened to high school being fun and you being my friend? Oops - turned my back. Great, not you have a couple of KNIVES ready to stick in my back, what it did good to be your so called "friend." Haha. WE ALL want to be noticed, do we not? But it's the things we do, the lies we spin in our webs, the pretentious essays we write. Don't we all want to be lawyers and doctors and scientists and helpers of society? Then why must you play dirty and hurt others to get where you are? Do you think as a doctor you can mend these wounds? All the shortcuts you've taken, the people you've ratted out - they'll catch up to you again one day... so good luck with your empty dream-chasing. Have fun. Forgive me, you are so ridiculously shallow, barely reaching the BOTTOM of true intellect. I pity you.