Why Me Why Me

Bossy I am and bossy I be How did I get to that? From the meek and frightened child I used to be Always smiling, loads of fun Don’t they know I scream inside? I say I’ve left the past behind Some of you know that’s impossibility Some days I know I’m an OK kind Other days I want to curl up and die I feel the sniggers behind my back I feel the knives they throw I know I moan a lot, a lot I know I’m so lucky with what I’ve got Compared to what I had……….. In my childhood I ache with sadness. Why me? Why me? I try to say good things happened to me also When others say what a great time they had And what wonderful parents they’ve got….. I hope they know what they’ve got I don’t want pity I don’t want special measures I just want to be liked for the nice person inside But sometimes, when the sadness overwhelms me I know I can be boss or ratty, or not so nice Aren’t we all a bit like that? But stop and think When someone is sad and not their “normal” self Don’t get cross with them. Ask them how they are Show you care Be there Because you never know what pain they’re hiding And sometimes, we just can’t say because the floodgates would open Our insides would turn out and we’d break We’ve built ourselves to be strong but inside is so raw Angry is inside me too……….Why me? Why me?