Questions of an adolescent Who am I? How come everyone thinks they know? Everyone except me, that is. I know I haven't found myself. Does that make me stupid? I'm studing so hard, but I cannot break throught my own layer. Was it meant to be like this? If so, why? Why would god make us inflict so much anguish upon ourselves, Is it a way to punish us for whay we have done wrong? God, Forgive me, please tell me what I am doing wrong. I praise you.
Reason for writing:
This poem means a lot to me.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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