Why is it that every time,
There\'s something that I look forward to,
Or that gives me happiness,
Is it snatched away from me,
Within moments reach?
We all have emotions,
It\'s alright for you,
To get angry,
To get excited,
Or to be upset,
And that matters a lot.
While mine doesn\'t,
It\'s not alright,
It\'s not my right,
To feel upset,
To be happy,
Or to cry.
Why?
Why am I treated like a trash all the time?
Why do people take advantage of my kindness?
Don\'t I deserve anything good?
Everytime they run me over,
Should I stay in the same place?
Am I destined to be miserable, always?
It\'s ironic,
How the ones,
You love and protect the most,
Tend to hurt you the most.
It\'s also miraculous,
Funny even,
How such wounds,
Heal in no time,
With no effort.
But I wonder,
I really doubt if it will this time,
As this time,
It went - too far.