Questioning Things

I believe there was a time in everyone’s life when they come to question anything that become of them. The time of it’s arrival may vary – where in which mine came surprisingly early. I myself do not know whether I will find an answer to the things I ask today, but the questions did wary me at some point.

I wonder if I’ll ever find my rightful place in this world.

Am I sane enough to be considered one of them?

Who – or what – will I be?

Who am I?

What am I made up of?

What am I worth of?

Am I even worth it?

Am I worth someone’s deep thoughts or simply their slightest concerns?

Does anyone care about me?

How do others understand what they perceive is right?

How do I know what I perceive is right when none others do?

Am I loved?

Will I succeed after my school years?

Will my parents be proud of what I do, of what I am, and of what I have achieve?

How high are their stakes at “being proud”?

Are these a problem to the teenagers of universe or is this just a problem of mine?

Will I ever get to be noticed the same way I have been noticing others?

Will I be fulfilled by their notices or restrained?

Why do I never feel so accepted?

Why do I never belong?

Do I even belong?

Even if I do, which group do I belong to?

How will I know which one to belong?

Will I get used with what others cope so easily with?

I see that people notice some other person so easily – does it come the same way upon me?

A lot of people knows her truth so when comes the time she won’t mind. But what about me?

Do they care about my truth?

If I can find good upon everyone else, why do I not find one in me?

Lastly, was I ever worthy of the cup? –red