Why me?
That question we pose to the universe
when the world craps on our heads
Why me?
Why me?
What we're really saying
is why not someone else
because of course we'd be okay with it
if this shit happened to somebody
anybody other than ourselves
It just goes to show how self-absorbed we are
How uncaring we are of other peoples difficulties
why should we care?
What does it matter if someone else is struggling
Its okay isn't it
Its always okay
as long as it's not happening to me.
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the echo of her thoughts (poetry collection)
PoesíaThis is for all those forgotten thoughts And all those missing dreams Every single unheard wish In faded memories To ideas lost in the space of time And those words drowning in the endless seas You'll always be there echoing The songs of the galaxie...
