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May 2019
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
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Thato Angela Mokoatle  24/F/Soweto
(24/F/Soweto)   
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     --- and Bogdan Dragos
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