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?
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