Do I lack intellegence?

Must I be chosen? To even arrive here? And since my arrival, I've seen girls dressed in bright colors. Their ankles shown, through the skirts delight. Tell me, since the sun shines bright, why don't I know what suits me? When raining begins, why does my face seem to not fit the hat I wanted to wear? As if I gained weight? As storms start to not hide anymore behind the clouds surface, tell me, Was I always so clumsy and stupid? Just when snowflakes begin to freeze my face and make me shut, tell me, why do I feel for the first time, chosen? Have you heard my unsteady voice screaming in delight from across the room? When I force my fists to cool till they feel numb? When I build snowmans till my hands shake in red. Till the wounds open again because the snowball has gotten sharp, and the blood fleeds. Tell me, would you have stopped near me? Or choose rather death, while you slight down the street with above 60km/h with gods disapproval?