Why.
Why can't he fix it?
Why won't he?
Does he not see it?
Yes.
He cannot see the pain he makes, to himself and others.
He can't see the anger and depression inside.
Inside me.
Why must he hurt me?
Mentally, of courses.
Like he frams other humans for his work.
His anger.
Maybe the world was not what he wanted it to be.
Maybe it wasn't enough for him.
But Why Wasn't I Enough?
YOU ARE READING
The Real Me
PoetryI may seem happy, but not really. I smile through the pain and cry deep inside. The world can be a horrible place and the people too, but I keep on living.
