What am I?
Why am I this?
I'm what I am
Even if being me makes life harder
Why is love hard?
Why do people break?
Why would anyone wish to be someone else?
I know the answer
I lived that
The feeling of wanting what you can't have
It's an irrelevant, useless thing
What more can you be?
Wether mother or child or father or worker or boss
Nothing more is in this game of life