why do I keep trying,

why do you want me fighting.

I am stressed

with myself.


Why do you want me here?

are you really in fear?

or simply bored?

Is it worth fighting for?

or will it reflect what happened before?


Why should I trust you?

why should I follow your repeating clues?


Why do I argue with myself

when in search for help?

why do I allow

you to move

me around?


Why am I so dependent

on someone so repellent

to how they feel

towards me.


why can’t I understand

i'm not who they want.

why can’t I just see

they won’t help me

get on my feet.

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