Title: Do you know how lucky you are?
Author: Crimson Lipstick
Rating: PG, for one swear word.
Catergory: Poetry
Disclaimer: Yeah, I own X-Men. Sue me.
Summary: An angst poem about Rogue. Revised.
Do you know how lucky you are?
Do you know how lucky you are?
To touch, to live freely
To never be afraid, to never care
To kiss, to fuck
To congratulate, to console
To have every door open to you, to be the one that choose to close them
I envy you
God, why me?
Yes, I am lucky
Yes, I have a home
Yes, I'm never hungry
Yes, I have people who love me
But what about everything else?
Do you have an answer?
Well do you?
Do you know how lucky you are?
I doubt it
You can try
You can watch me look on in envy
While you do something so ordinary
Something that should be oh so easy
I hate myself
For something that isn't my fault
Why can't I be like everyone else?
The advice doesn't help
Neither the cool metal blade
Do you know how lucky you are?
To not worry about hurting the ones you love
To have self esteem
To wear clothes that show flesh
And not worry about the responsibility that comes with it
I live a charade
I pretend to be someone else
Who in turn is someone else
What do you think, Rogue?
Because the real me is not you
I don't know who the real me is
Does she even exist?
Do you know how lucky you are?
Perhaps you do
Perhaps you've seen me suffer
Am I that obvious?
Okay, I know self pity isn't cool
I know I should accept
But have you ever thought I don't want to?
Maybe I want people to feel my pain
To feel sorry for me
And I suppose if you're reading this, I've achieved my goal
I've achieved the goal of making everyone think I complain too much
But how would you feel?
If you couldn't touch?
But then I sit and think
So many people in the world are worse off than me
I know that
At least in my heart I do
Somewhere deep inside it
Do you know how lucky you are?
Yes, I do
But not as much as you