who could forget you?
You are like an adolescent girl overdosing on hormones, hands in the air, lips flapping, 'look at me look at me'

We do. But not for pleading poems like this, for the really considered poems you sometimes come up with.

Thanks for a short and pointed write. Couldn't appreciate any better!

I love the message in this poem. It certainly is true that in our parts of the world (I'm in Ghana, very peaceful and laid back for a W.African State) we take our freedom for granted.

In other parts of the world, they fight and die for what we think is normal. I love the fact that you put it this way: "Which NORMAL human beings get seldom".

I feel that if we find that what we enjoy is not necessarily "ordinary", we'll appreciate what we have the more, and join in the struggle to help others.

Taking it on another level, those who are privileged (and they should be very few) to have some mental peace and freedom should see it as much more than just the absence of trouble. Normal people like us will die for some peace too. :)

However, that favorite line "Which normal human beings get seldom" seems a bit awkward, and many first-lookers will think you badly wanted to rhyme you risked that awkward inversion. Some are OK with it, but I think most people tend to shy away from such overt constructions in the name of rhyme.

It could read "Which normal human beings seldom get"

Take it like this; we've seen enough of rhyme, now let's see something else.
This is just a personal suggestion, as the poet ultimately knows why she used those words,- in that particular way. :)

Then comes the big question: Why the question at the end of the poem? Is the persona pleading to be remembered? And why is she asking "Who am I?"?

That sudden question does make the reader think about what was going on here...(hint: Give us answers, please :D)