Why ((is it my fault))

Why can't I be an anchor?
Why can't I be strong?
Why do I always have to run
when everything's going wrong?

Why do I keep screwing up?
Why is it always my fault?
Why is it that for the people who have wounds
I only ever offer salt?

This is such a pointless piece,
just more complaining of my pain,
three stanzas, a couple words,
why can't i still smell the rain?