Why Me?

“Why Me?”

“Why me?” I ask again and again;
Whenever I pray I end with amen!
Then why do things always seem to go wrong?
My life is so crazy, just like a dingdong.

“Why me?” I say to myself each day
As I wake up feelin’ like molded clay.
Argumentative family, life not my path,
Questions equal to college-aged math!

“Why me?” as I thought before the time
Is a really bad question to go through your mind:
Instead of thinking “Why me” all your life,
Think rather “Why NOT me”; there’s an end to your strife.

Christopher Cronkite
(Nature Freak)

This poem was written on my thirteenth birthday, a day where I plunged into the world of teen. It's important to remember, however old you are, that each person must figure out who they are sometime in their life. Unfortunately, the first stage of this usually occurs simultaneously with puberty. Combined, these years of life seem to its inhabitants like walking the treacherous Brenner Pass in Italy back in the fourteenth century. Never forget what this felt like: Then you can take another's hand and lead them along.

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