Why? Why am I like this? Why? Why can I not call him dad? Why? Why can I not learn to control my emotions? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why am I not good enough? Why? Why was I made this way? Why? Why do these things happen, did I do something in a past life to make the Universe pitted against me? Why? Why couldn’t I have been born perfect? Why? Why? Why?
A bit of a vent. I’m feeling a lot of things today and needed to let them out. ((No, this is not really a poem. I’m a lot more sappy and poetic than this))
