Why?
Why must I think a poem has to rhyme for it to be good
Why do I write so dark when I’m in the sunlight
Why can’t I be like the others around me
Enjoying every second of life without a care
I want to do this but I can’t
I tell them I’m ok but inside the light is going out
Out of its way to strangle my last bit of happiness
Why can’t I rhyme and be happy
Why can’t I say what’s I feel
My life is full of nothing except for
Why. Why. Why…
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