When I first found out,
I asked, “why me?”
With no reason I am happy,
at times sad and angry!
Being judged at every mood,
Why can”t I be just me?
At times I feel guilty for talking,
For enjoying and even for laughing…
When no one around I feel lone,
In crowd I feel I”ll explode,
Does everyone feel the same,
Or is it just me?
I enjoy the cool breeze,
cold rain and hot sun,
I run out and shout in joy,
I don”t stop loving and living,
And no more do I ask, “Why me?”