Why? Poem by Laura arwen

Why?



Why am I
alive and not
dead?
Because I'm
strong and powerful
Why I fear
the life?
Why I'm scared
to deal with
the daily life?
Why do I
wait a magical
sign from somebody?
Maybe because I
want to escape
the normality
Why I like
to dream a
lot?
Why am I
tired to think?
I don't have
certain answers to
all my questions
because I only
know the superficiality
I don't know
why I'm so
tired of life
and living a
bored life
Why I like
dreaming to spend
my life with
a famous and
old husband?
Why I'm so
ugly and so
horrible?
Why I'm scared
about the future
and the news?
Why I'm sure
to be and
remain alone?
Why am I
excited to have
a big stock
of book, pen
and notebooks?

Wednesday, March 30, 2016
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