Why?

Do you ever ask yourself why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
I know I ask this all the time.
Why?
Why am I fourteen,
        with so much responsibility?
Why do I have to be the "big sister",
        even though i was born last?
Why does my sister,
        stutter when she speaks?
Why does my brother,
        have trouble fitting in?
Why do people laugh at them,
        behind their backs?
Why?
Why?
Why?
I will never know.
I try to understand,
But I can't.

I'm crying as I write this,
But not because of sorrow.

I'm crying as I write this,
Because of anger.
Anger at myself,
Because there is nothing I can do,
To change how people see others,
Like my brother,
Like my sister.
People can't see who they are,
Beyond the weirdness on the outside.
People can't see that they are special,
Just like everyone else.
People can't see that,
Because they choose not to.
They choose not to.
Why?
Why?
Why?
I will never know.

Author's Note

This is a very true poem, i wasn't sure if i wanted to put it out there for you all, but here it is.
I hope this means just as much to all of you as it does to me.

Reviews

[Star Bright]

Really inspiring! I love it quite a lot (: Keep writing!

[Calypso]

I feel sorry for you. I ask this sometimes too.

[BlackRose]

Very very good. Putting actual feelings and emotions into the writing can be very hard. Especially when you're confused or angry. you expressed it very well, and im giving it a 100 in rating!

[Brook Hughes]

Good poem you are right it speaks the truth. I can relate to this very well. I'm fourteen and I have a baby bro. he's a handful! But I enjoy being with him. When I'm down he brightens my smile. Great Poem. Keep writing!

[Collette Paige]

This is...beautiful. Brings a tear to my eyes. I feel the same way.
"Why am I fourteen,
with so much responsibility?
Why do I have to be the "big sister",
even though i was born last?"
that part is what rings most true to me, and what you say is a marvelous thing to teach others...to show others. That people need to see that weird is not, in itself, "weird" it is...a gift.

Wonderful way with words, and great thing to write about. Keep it up

[Olive Belikov]

I'm sorry. I see people doing it every day and not only to your brother and sister but to others too and it makes me mad. I just can't believe they could be so inconsiderate.

But this is a really good poem. Great job :)