Why do you hate me?
Why do you lie?
Why do you make me feel like I'm living a lie?
Does everyone hate me?
Does nobody care?
Am I just invisible, or is nobody there?
Why do you look at me with so much hate?
Do you love me, or is that just an empty space?
Why do you always make me feel like I'm nothing?
Like I'm last in line.
With you, with everyone, will this always be my place?
Why does writing not help my soul?
Still with this feeling of wanting more?
Always being out of reach,
Of what I want, what I need!
