Why Me (2)

(Written upstairs while the family was arguing about something downstairs)

Why do these things happen to me?

Why do these things happen to me?

Everyone's angry, and all ‘cos of me!

Everyone's shouting, and all "cos of me!

Why can I never do anything right?

I’m trying my best,

I’m trying my best!

I’m fed up with crying deep into the night!

Fed up with failing!

Fed up with life!

Why do I have to be cheerful and smile?

While others around me just smile all the while.

Everyone see’s me as "good old Lorraine!"

Always laughing and smiling never feels any pain.

Don’t they realise I’m human, can laugh and can cry.

If I do go all quiet, don’t they ask themselves "why?"?

Am I always to hear all the worries and woes,

Their good times, their bad times, their highs and their lows!

And so they go on, thinking I’m doing fine.

No reason to grumble, no reason to whine.