Why do I have to? Why do I have to think that your ignoring me when you’ve just not spotted me in the crowd? Why do I panic about the way I look for one date when you see me practically every day? Why do I feel like I’m not trying hard enough when I’ve almost burnt out? Why does your paper cut hurt more than the stab wounds placed upon my back? Why do I feel bad about providing evidence to defend myself? Why is it okay that I feel smaller than you? When in heart and will I’m so much stronger?