Why? ? Poem by maria rahman

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!