Why?
Why is it so hard for you?
Why can't you just tell me the truth?
Why do you constantly continue to fill my mind
with hopes for a cure that we can not find?
Can't you just let me enjoy my lifetime?
Sure my life is not perfect.
Can you tell me who's is?
You've never been in my shoes.
So why do you think all I am able to do is lose?
I know you think I was made out of sin,
And that was why I was born as so.
Maybe, one day all my why's and sighs,
My continuing hearing of lies,
Will become answers,
And joyful noises,
And truths.
Why must I live your way?
I am so tired of listening to what you say.
When will I learn to enjoy the mornings.
When will I be able to live my own way?

By: Julie Viva Maury

 

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