Why?

Why

is it that what

I want never matters?

That my choice

is of the least value?

My life is not mine.

It’s controlled,

manipulated,

by others.

Others; who don’t

even matter to me anymore.

 

Why

Is it that no one ever

tries to understand me?

To want to hold me

and be with me?

My soul is not mine.

It is haunted,

tortured,

by my mistakes.

Mistakes; which shouldn’t

even matter to me

anymore.

 

Why

is it that I

never stand up for myself?

That I let everyone

bring me down?

My smile is not mine.

It is fake,

unreal,

‘Cause I don’t have the strength.

Strength; to be happy

anymore…

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