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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Dark · #2142890
Some questions that I ask myself everyday...
Why...?



Why
is it that what
I want never matters?
That my wishes are
of the least value?
My life is not mine.
It is 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.


Word Count - 112
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