Why does it have to be me?...
Why is it me?
I wish I was magic,
And plain as can be,
I sit here and wonder, why is it me?
I wonder why isn�t there a cure?
Why did God pick me?
I wish I was God to make it disappear,
I only like it because I am special as can be.
I wish I could snap my fingers and say
�abbra ca dabbra�,
please disappear on me.
I cry and cry, asking �why is it me�?
I wish it was fun and not having to give shots
I hate needles and pokes.
I wish it was as simple as taking a pill,
But I am thankful, I know God gave this to me.
-Sarah church 8/9/00
