Endless Questions
Why was I named as a Sarah?
When I could be an Ann or Melissa,
If I was named as something else,
It could’ve been different.
Why was I born as fat and stout?
When I could be lanky and tall,
If I was thin and slender,
My life maybe must be better
Why am I having big ambitions?
When I could just slack off and be rebellious,
If I didn’t try to please anyone else,
I may have been happier.
My life is full why’s and what if’s,
And I’m neither happy nor sad about it,
I try to live to the fullest,
But endless questions still haunts me.
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