Why Me?

Why me?

That's all I ever ask.

Just why?

You all go home and bask,

In the love granted by others,

But do I get any of that?

NO! Not even from my mother!

The one who birthed me!

How is this fair?

Why me?

Why do you pull my hair,

And push me,

Yell at me,

treat me like I'm dirt.

This can't be okay!

It makes me feel hurt...

Don't you feel it too?

Whenever someone yells at you?

Well...

I guess that's never happened...

You're always happy,

But when you're laughing,

It does sound sad,

Unlike usually,

When you're mad.

I wonder,

Did his happen to you too?

Everything that happens to me,

That you do?

Well, even if it did,

You shouldn't take it out on me.

You know how it felt...

How it's like to be...

You know.

Treated like dirt.

Everyone around you is perfect to be,

But that just makes you feel worse, even more hurt.

So I ask the,

The sky high above,

Why me?

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Moral of the story (poem) is, readers, if you have gone through a tough time, don't make someone else have to live through that, too. You knew how terrible it was, and you're just taking out your anger on someone else, but just think, that if it was terrible for you, why would you want to purposefully put someone else through that? Please, just think.

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Anyway, I cried while writing this story , so everyone please just think about what you are doing, and how the other person feels. They are human, and they have feelings too. Just... think, okay?

Bye, my little Cristies,

~Cristina Alan

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