Why?

Why? Why do you look at me that way?

Like I am a repugnant being whom has no purpose but for you to mock and provoke.

Why? Why do you push me to the edge then hate me when I break?

Like I am a twig you choose to walk on instead of a bridge with strength and support.

Why? Why do you become my friend only to betray me?

Like a toy you at first play with, only to throw it into the the closet, never to touch again.

Why? Why do you ask me why I cry?

When you are everything that inflicts pain upon my soul and takes my joy away.