Why me?

April 2, 2010
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That’s what so many ask themselves,
When they’re depressed, furious, lonely.
I don’t do that, don’t question my misfortunes.
Instead, I question my odd fortune.
Why do I get up at 5 am?
Why do I hate wearing shoes or socks?
Why do I squeal when I’m reading manga before school?
Why do I actually like broccoli?
Why do I read more than I pay attention in French?
Why do I laugh more than I read?
Why do my eyes change colors?
Why do I run outside at the slightest hint of rain?
Why do I dislike wearing my hair down?
Why, when I go outside to walk the dog, do I look at the sky and, upon seeing the crimson clouds mixing with the cerulean sky, invent a battle of epic, supernatural proportions in my mind?
Why am I me?
Because no one else is.

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firefly said...
Jul. 2, 2010 at 12:48 pm
Well said! We all dance to the tune of a different drummer. Your tune is very upbeat tne fun. I'm glad that each of us has our own note, and I hope that we're not dancing to someone else's music.
IllLeaveyoutoGuess said...
Jun. 1, 2010 at 9:18 pm
Well, well, well. I always knew you were a literary genius, but this is just amazing. See if you can guess who this is =]
lunaEccentric said...
Jun. 1, 2010 at 4:35 pm

I agree!!!

Why should you ask "why me?" when you can be thankful for individuality?

I love the qualities you listed and could relate to almost all of them.

I forget where I've heard this, but your poem embodied this quote.

"And so she decided to be herself, because everyone else was already taken."

hyperactivemayfly This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jun. 1, 2010 at 8:14 pm
Awww thanks! I love the quote, by the way. I might write something entirely different just spawning from that one quote...
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