Why

Why am I so truthful?
Why am I so committed?
Why can't I handle a spoonful?
Of life's little lessons?

No matter where I go,
Or life's course.
One thing I'll always know,
Is push doesn't come without force.

Sitting here all alone,
Trying to decide this fate.
Deciphering your every tone,
Wishing you I could hate.

Why do I hold on?
Where am I going?
Why can't I just be done?
Why am I always worrying?