Oh This! Oh That!


Oh this! Oh that! An abundance of problems arise.
Of various multitudes, shapes and sizes,
some sizzle and erupt while others dissolve.
Of questions to which the answer I do not know,
yet I am somehow expected to.
Of those who seem to know me,
and see the same things I do,
of those people, there are none who see things quite like me!
Of course, I know that no one is quite like me;
we are each as different
as fallen snowflakes,
with features that cannot be repeated.
Of the problems that occur
why do I feel so alone?
And as people try to comfort me, this feeling
only seems to grow!
For the question it seems itself is unclear
but the answer, it seems, is as clear as ice.
Answer:
that you are unique, with eyes, ears and a brain.
That each aspect of yourself shapes your identity:
your actions, your words, your emotions,
and just about everything about you.
That way, no one gets to feel the special way you do,
and you can say it with a boom!

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