i count the stars in the nights,
why am i like this?
why am i happy for other people?
why do i want every living soul to be friends?
who do i like black over pink?
why am i not like the others?
why do i try to fit in?
why cant i just leave things they are?
why do i care? ?
i count the stars in the nights,
then i listen silently
to the answer
coming from within.
to hear the little heart of mine
reply ingenuously
because you are you! stupid!
Well... to me every human being is somewhat like that as u mentioned in your thoughts.... so every one is sTupiD :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wel done with the why's. Nice.