A poem about the millions of questions that start with the word: why.

Why did you try to crush my dreams

When you knew it would tear me apart at the seams?

Why should I listen to you instead of my heart?

For my heart is a delicate piece of art.

Why can't you just leave me alone?

You're not the right person, you're only a clone!

Why do I tremble at the thoughts of death?

I don't even know when I'll take my last breath.

Why can't I know who you are?

A blooming friendship can't be afar.

Why did you go and leave me to cry

without questioning or even saying goodbye?

Never doubt yourself when happiness is nigh,

And you'll never have to ask the question: "Why?"


The End

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