Why Me?
By Allie B
Every day when you walk into school you trip up the steps and ask, “Why me?”
Every day some one makes fun of you, you ask “Why me”
Every night your dinner’s cold and no ones home and you ask “Why me?’
Every dream is a night mare waiting to come true and you ask “Why me?”
Every step aches from sleeping on the floor and you ask “Why me?”
Every smile is crooked, bent and ugly, and you ask “Why me?”
And every boy seams to hurt you and you ask, “Why me ?”
And every girl seams to hate you so, ask “Why me?”
Every thing goes wrong and you ask, “Why me?”
But then you stop tripping, and there are no teasing voices, but “Why?”
And dinners hot and the tables crowded, but, “Why?’
And at night it’s soft beds and sweet dreams, but “Why?’
And your smile doesn’t seem as bad, but “Why?’
Boys are nice and no more rumors are spread, but “Why?”
And everything is right. Why? Because you’ve got a friend who takes you into her house, her family, under her wing. You’re safe, she saves you.
There is someone everywhere who experiences, “Why me?”’s and there are friends who help them, so be a friend and stop “why me” ’s from hitting your school.