Am I supposed to be satisfied?
Am I supposed to be happy?
Sure, you've done many good things,
but this is not one of them.
Can I help but feel hurt?
Can I help but cry?
Why do you do this?
Do you not realize what I feel?
Do you not think?
Can't we just sit and talk and be?
Why don't you understand why I am how I am?
But I guess noone, not even I, can know that.
Everything I wanted and had feels lost.
Where is the trust?
Where is the love that was so strong?
What is happening?
Everything is changing so incredibly fast, 
right in front of my eyes.
Why?

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