Why Me

Short Poem

Why me, why did they choose me?
I’m nothing special. In fact,
I’m a bit of a bore. 
I like cold autumns and lonely
Decembers.


Why me, why any of us?
The youth who know nothing. The generation
That is quickly failing.
We like shiny things and
devices.


Why you, why me, because.
We are the future. We are
The ones who will bring the world forward.
We are stronger than we think,
We are strong.


Why me, why did they choose us?
Because deep down, they knew
It was always us.
The trouble kids, the quiet kids.
We are the future, the future
Is us.