Why?

Its just a poem I wrote fro the heart

Why? That's always the question.
Why did this happen?
Why am I like this?
Why did it happen to me?
Why doesn't someone help?
Why me?
What's the answer?
I wish I knew
We all seem to be lost.
No one knows anything
Nothing at all.
It's so hard not knowing why it seems
You have bad luck
And you don't even know why?
It's even harder to see yourself in
The mirror of your life
Making the same mistake over and over
Again, and not knowing why you continue
To mess up.
Why can't you change?
Why is there hate?
So many why's in this world of ours.
But the biggest why is,
Why don't we look to God?
Why do we try to be God?
I'm not God and you're not God
So why do we try to be God in our lives?
In our world?
Some might say why does God let bad
Things happen to good people?
Who's good?
We have all sinned and come up short
So why do we call ourselves good?
God created a perfect world,
And we made it imperfect not him.
So next time you ask why?
Make sure you're asking the right person.
Yourself.