Why are you. so Special

I write everyday, the poems of life, love, death, addiction, evil, heavenly, foresaken, military, native american, super natural
I find the words come easy to me, they are flowing outward of my energy
I can think in my right brain and in my left, I want more out of life sometimes more than it can give
I am an artist I paint murals and sketch people, love animals, and clowns
Why am I so special when there are  children in hospitals with cancer
Children with disabilities, and military soldiers with deformaties from war
Who is really special are the ones we hold dear, they have reason for all they do in this world
I would take both of my arms and give them to someone who has none
I am a believer of taking care of them all, each one holds an olympic torch
For we all are not perfect but perfection shall see us through as the light of hope
Will know I am only human but to me humanity means the most