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What do I want?, What do i need?... Do i want to follow? Do I want to lead? Do i want to ask the questions? Do i want to have the answers? Do i want to do what im told? or Do i want to make decisions on my own? I know one thing, I want to be able to figure all this out before im too old... Do i want to love? or Do I want to be loved? Do i want to be real? Do i want to steal? Do i want todisappoint? Do i want to make my point? Do i tell the truth? or Do i want to lie? One thing i do know, is that I"m not gonna get any of these answers, when I turn to the big guy in the sky.. Why is it hard to except the truth? Why do I pass the blame? Why do i care what people think? Why do i feel ashamed? Why is it hard for me, to be myself? Why do i want to be different from everybody else? What is normal? What is crazy? What is too much? What is too lazy? Why are there so many different people? Why arnt we all the same? Does anybody have any of these answers?.. and can you please explain? even though, through out the poem i ask for someone to answer them for me.,I wrote this one just for fun, and dont need the questions answered!,, i have asked myself these questions before, all of them and one day i just had the time and wrote them all down to make this peice