Why?
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.
This poem is about:
Me