Why Me?

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by VaderDudeR3

by VaderDudeR3

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Why was I made like this?
Why do I have so many inadequacies?
Why do I look this way?
Can somebody tell me, PLEASE?

As a teen, I thought this way, a lot,
I couldn't handle not being tall,
My eyes, my teeth, my shape, my....,
Maybe I should just end it all.

NO! I was not going to give up like that,
It was my time to live, not time to depart,
I had to toughen up, harden my skin,
To protect my young, inexperienced heart!

I was the youngest in my house,
But had no one to share my pain,
I often walked out in the storm,
To wash my troubles away, in rain.

Battling the elements I yell to the heavens,
Questioning everything, lamenting my fears.
"Why me, God, why?" I rage as the storm rages louder.
Choking my words, concealing my tears.

He never answered, I'm not surprised.
I never expected Him to.
You can look for someone else to blame,
But in the end, it's up to you.

I was intelligent enough,
I wanted to be so many things.
Just didn't want to put in the effort,
And thought, "Let's see what the future brings!"

When you're young, life seems so much harder,
Your problems seem to expand and grow.
You're wondering, "Why should I listen to him?"
"I've been there, I KNOW!"