Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Why Me? what did I do to deserve this? What can I do to change the way things are? These are the questions that one asks when they go through pain. I thought I would stop asking myself too many questions. But the thing is; Why Me? What did I do? What happened when we used to smile together? What happened because we grew up together? I guess I won't be able to get answers. But the thing is; Why Me? Long ago, things used to happen Recently, those things are still happening. When will I get peace? When will I feel that my heart is no longer in pain? When will I stop crying? I cried so hard thinking my scars will heal, Thinking my wounds will heal, But now I can see that it will take time for me to heal. It will literally take time for me to find inner peace. But the thing is; Why Me? Why should things continue to go in a wrong direction? Why is my mind always thinks the negativity? Why can't I just forget and let go? I guess I will keep on asking too many questions without getting answers. I think, I think and I think. But the thing is; Why Me? I tried to fight on my own, But I failed, because I don't have the strength to fight. Is it because of I'm kind, sweet and/or shy? Is it the reason why people always find time to play on top of my head? Is that an answer? I feel like there's something that doesn't add up I feel like every time when I try to speak for myself I don't get heard, I feel like every time I ask questions no one is interested in answering... Why should I be treated differently? Why, why and why again? But the thing is; Why Me?
0
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC
Why Me?
Why Me? what did I do to deserve this? What can I do to change the way things are? These are the questions that one asks when they go through pain. I thought I would stop asking myself too many questions. But the thing is; Why Me? What did I do? What happened when we used to smile together? What happened because we grew up together? I guess I won't be able to get answers. But the thing is; Why Me? Long ago, things used to happen Recently, those things are still happening. When will I get peace? When will I feel that my heart is no longer in pain? When will I stop crying? I cried so hard thinking my scars will heal, Thinking my wounds will heal, But now I can see that it will take time for me to heal. It will literally take time for me to find inner peace. But the thing is; Why Me? Why should things continue to go in a wrong direction? Why is my mind always thinks the negativity? Why can't I just forget and let go? I guess I will keep on asking too many questions without getting answers. I think, I think and I think. But the thing is; Why Me? I tried to fight on my own, But I failed, because I don't have the strength to fight. Is it because of I'm kind, sweet and/or shy? Is it the reason why people always find time to play on top of my head? Is that an answer? I feel like there's something that doesn't add up I feel like every time when I try to speak for myself I don't get heard, I feel like every time I ask questions no one is interested in answering... Why should I be treated differently? Why, why and why again? But the thing is; Why Me?
thato-angela-mokoatle
Written by
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem