Ex-brother in-law

I wrote this poem about my brother in-law a couple of years ago. These words just kept coming in to my head as I thought about him. He sits in prison right now for the next six years. No matter how many chances he was given by his family, friends, and even the government, he always felt like everyone owed him something.
Why Am I
I walk along the empty crossroads
looking for a ride
I ask the driver a puestion
will it be greed or will it be life
Who am I
I am that man
I am cold dark and a thief
I have took innocence and showed it better ways
my ways
but shall I speak of the end of those roads
I will stay silent
I cry for love
yet I am rejected
Why? I ask myself
for I am that man that is despised by the world
as much as I see what is right for me
through torture and torment
I know what is right for me
yet each time poison is presented
I am the first to sip
I thought I was a brother, a son, a friend
I am that man