A tear falls from my eye,
Inside of it holds questions why,
Like why you treated me this way,
And acted like I'm the one who's not okay,
Or why I'm always pushed aside,
When I treat them nice & treat them kind,
Or why I'm always ghosted and rejected,
And why I'm hurt and disrespected,
Why I always seem to regret it,
Everything I try and do,
My kindness is taken for granted.
Why are you so cold?
Do you even weep?
And why don't you feel bad?
How can you even sleep?
As I wipe the tear from my cheek,
I'm not asking why anymore,
Because my worth isn't defined,
By someone who has hardly felt this low.