Why must I pretend? To make others happy.
Why must I be strong? Because otherwise I'm weak.
Why can't I speak up? I need to be quiet.
Why can't I complain like others? It's pathetic.
Why can't I show emotions or cry? It's weak.
Why is it so hard for me to understand? I shouldn't have to.
Why does my family have to be so separated? It's okay since a few are close.
Why must cancer take so many others in my life? That's how the world works.
Why can everyone complain to me, but I not to them? Nobody wants to listen.
Why must everyone good have to go, while the bad may stay? The world is unfair.
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Poems (?)
PoetrySo, some poems by me, "Zear Resparien" (maybe quotes too) I was reading through someone else's quotes thing and I decided I wanted to try this. Try to figure out the meanings of each one if you want and possibly comment, though it doesn't really mat...
