Poem: Another Life Question

Why do I hate me?

That is question that I should not ask.

It is a question that has no answer.

It is just the way that I am.

Me only in a world, that does not care.

Lately I fill like why I should.

This is not the life I want and not the one that wants me.

Trying to find a way in world that does not care if you do.

Then trying to please the one that claim to love you.

It becomes a situation that is no longer a job for you.

This becomes your life.

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