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"Different"
Why am I a four-leafed clover,
in a field of three's?
Why am I a rain cloud,
in a world of sunbeams?
Why did He make me this way,
why did I deserve?
I was only a child when He made me,
something I didn't earn!
Why does my heart have to ache,
why do I always have to feel?
Why can't things just be a lie,
instead of being oh so real?
Why am I yellow,
in a world of black and white?
Why am I wrong,
in a world that seems so right?
Why do I cry,
when my eyes are supposed to sleep?
Why do I dangle off a cliff,
that is so very steep?
Why do I keep living,
in a world that's so unfair?
Why do I keep crying,
when no one really cares?
My beating heart beats as others,
and I taste salt when I cry.
So why do I feel so different,
why am I the one to die?
12/17/06
