WHY ME

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WHY ME

Why me is a question thats not supposed to be asked,but this is a question that will always last. But what happens when you go from being a teenager to a mother? You lay  on your back one time and your whole life is over.Your life is filled  with frustration and aggravation and it's not because of you,but because your family is going through money starvation. They say money doesn't make happieness, but when you have it you remeber what laughing is. You go through your teenage years being hurt and crying tears. Not just mentally, but phiscally and emotionally. And you find yourself asking why me.You grow up all alone trying to be a man but the man that was supposed to teach you how to be a man is now gone. It's not like he left he just went to a permenent home.It's hard growing up as a teen all alone. Because then you make mistakes that turn into hate,regret, and shame and sahme turns into pain because everybody calls you a hoe and you wonderhow they know. Why is this information being given out for free?Then once againyou find yourself asking why me. What happens when you raise yourself?When you were never raised by your mother but always raised by someone else.When the pain of realization kicks in and you relize you don't have a mother or a friend.They say yournot supposed to ask this question because god has all the power. Well if thats the case whydo we have more then 5,760 people die every hour? So what question do you ask when your two years from being grown and you cant find a relationship that will last? What happens when your in a new relationship but you constantly find yourself being hunted by your past?What happens when you cant sleep at night because your mom just got locked up in front of you and your 5 year old sister in clear sight?When you find out your life will never be right?Then you find yourself back on your knees crying,and weeping lord  why me! I guess with all this it's clear to see you could never find the answer to theone big question WHY ME?

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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