They Come and Go

I love them so,
they come and go,
they never stay too long.

They might look at the top,
and decide to stop,
but they see inside and go.

The pain in my wrist,
can't fix all this,
it may never happen.

So why do I aim so high,
just to watch them go by,
am I really meant for this?

I won't settle for less,
I don't deserve, but want the best,
why am I hurting myself?