Only God Knows
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Sometimes I sit and stare,
At the bright blue sky,
I sit and think,
I wonder why.
I wonder,
Why am I me?
Why God made me this way,
I just don't see.
My looks aren't great,
I have problems in my life,
Hard decisions to make,
Pains that cut like a knife.
My hair has no certain color,
My intellect is shabby,
Guys don't notice me,
Sometimes I'm really crabby.
I try hard,
Without goals to grab,
I buy designer clothes,
And my looks are still kinda drab.
I try not to gripe,
About not being pretty,
I try to smile and act happy,
When I'm feeling shitty.
I have a reason to live,
I have a purpose I suppose,
But what it is,
Only God knows.
