Why do I feel this way?
I wake up sad and afraid.
Of what?
Well of life that’s what.

Why do I feel this way?
My life feels like it is a charade.
It’s a game that I can’t win.
I feel like I’m the sin.

Why do I feel this way?
Why can’t someone convey to my ways?
They notice the scars on my skin.
No one asks how I’ve been.