Why does everthing feel so wrong when I know there's nothing wrong
Why do I always want to be happy like the other kids even though I know that they are not really happy and that everyone has problems of their own
Why do this one thing ruin my life and take away all my happy moments
Why do I always cry now instead of laughing away the sorrow and not taking life seriously like I used to do
Why do I always dream of being happy even though I know reality awaits me
Why do I always keep on hoping even though I'm tired of hoping
Why can't god hear me even though I plead him day and night
Is it because he has bigger plans for me or
Is its 'cause I'm not worth it
Why do I feel this way when I know my life is okay
Why do I hate myself and feel this way
Is it 'cause I'm still a tennager or
Is it just me?
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Abuse pomes
شِعرThis story is completed I hope u like it it's over it's sad is all I can say it's pretty much my life
