Why Me?

A teenager who is misunderstood by those who think they understand.

Why do people judge me when I seem to do what is right in my eye, but wrong to them?

They may try to correct me, but I just shrug it off.

"Why did you say that??" they asked.

I simply replied, "I did not care."

"That was not right," they say.

You're not supposed to say that, they say.

Well, when I asked what the right way, they say what do you think?

I don't know what to think.

So now I'm in the grave.

Why me?

A teenager that is in the learning process trying to find oneself place in this world.

Why me?

Why answer me with a question that you already know the answer to?

Why not correct me with the answer that is right and settle this fight.

Just answer one question.....

Why me?

This poem is about: 
My family


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