I was thinking about how difficult it was for me growing up a witness. The constant pull between two worlds has GOT
to do some kind of number on your personality. If you relate to my poem below, feel free to add a line of your own (or simply a thought).
Why Me?
A child, so different and feeling alone
Her arms down straight and still as a stone
While others salute and sing a loud song
Her heart beats in fear
She might do something wrong
The others draw Santas and Valentine hearts
Or decorate pumpkins and witches with warts
They talk about Christmas and laugh with such glee
While she feels out of place and wonders, "Why me?"
She hurts and feels sadness when she’s not invited
To parties and birthdays that get kids excited
Sleepovers with schoolmates, now that sounds like fun
But don’t even think it, it’s simply not done
Watchtower children all hide deep inside
The guilt and their fears, it can’t be denied