Take What I Can Get Poem by Samantha Stough

Was I born too soon?
Or just born too late?
Does the point in history matter?
Either way, I have no choice but to participate

I'm wondering where I'm going
As I'm walking down the street
Is it even worth the time,
If I lose everyone I meet?

I try not to dwell on the past,
But I will always have the scar
I will take what I can get,
I just hope I can go pretty far

I can't help but feel fake
From the way that people stare
But hey, so are they,
So why should I even care?

Unlike the rest,
I can find humor in everything
Even when I'm down and out,
I still manage to find a song to sing

At least I got a lot to cover my back,
I just realized It was another kind of love
I will take what I can get,
I just hope I like where I end up