Can I Seldom, Hardly Help? Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

Can I seldom, hardly help,
What is happening to me?
And when it turns out that the problem,
Was deadly caused, by me.

Can I seldom, hardly help,
Why it is me who grieves?
Greives in my imagination,
Grieves amongst the leaves.

Can I seldom, hardly help,
Why they feel different to me?
While everyone is normal,
Then there is solo-me.

Can I seldom, hardly help,
Why the sun never smiles at me?
Why it lingers over other people,
But never lingers over me.

Can I seldom, hardly help,
Where spiders seem to come from?
Why they always follow me around,
When I'm home and when I'm gone.

Can I seldom, hardly help,
Why I'm divided from the norm?
Is it that my heart is too cold?
And everyone else's simply warm.

Can I seldom, hardly help,
If nobody will talk to me?
Is it because I'm different?
That I just want to be.