Friday, August 25, 2006

why

It's so hard sometimes to want things
And have to wait.
To see others with that very thing.
Why does everything come easily?
Why do they take everything for granted?
Why can I not have that?
Why?
I don't have a car. . .
Not enough money
I can't play soccer or run this weekend. . .
I hurt my knee
I don't have a boyfriend. . .
The one I want hasn't asked. . .
And I'm half-scared he will. . .

But don't I have a house?
Food? Clothes?
Don't I have a healthy body?
Can't I walk? See? Hear? Breathe?
Don't I have so many friends?

Patience, child, patience.

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