Sometimes I sit and wonder, why always me?
I dream of a nice life, why can't that be?
Have I been singled out by a cruel, omnipotent being?
Does he find pleasure in my pain, rejoice when I am grieving?
Out of 7 billion people, am I the one he watches?
Does he get a thrill knowing, he has the power to stop this?
Why am I the one, to bear the brunt of his wrath?
Is it punishment for a life, that I have lived in the past?
Or is it really me, who causes my own pain?
Is blaming higher beings, self-centred and vain?
What makes me so special, in a world full of war?
Am I being watched, while starving children get ignored?
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Some profound thinking here, Danny! A well presented, wise poem of self-exploration. Kudos!
Why me? Everyone ask the same question from time to time. Things just happened, like it or not, here it comes. Nice piece.
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