I look around and see my friends
and through all the pain that they have been.
I look around and see myself
and wonder what's so bad about my health.
What's so wrong? Why am I sad?
Why am I just so horribly mad?
Why do I cry? Why do I sob?
My parents are fine. My happiness robbed.
I do well in school. I get mostly A's.
I have wonderful times and perfect days.
Who am I? To be so sad?
Who am I to feel so bad?
Who am I to cry so long?
What exactly is going wrong?
And why am I so selfish?



im not alone! thankyou for this poem, it literally described most aspects of my internal life...it was brilliant, i loved the flow, the imagery, the rhyme and rhythm. and yes, who are we to be selfish and unhappy when we're leading good lives?


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