Why? (A poem)

[DuelShocker3]

Why can’t I be who I want to be?
Why must I be controlled?
I lose what I find
And cry when it’s gone again
I’ve taken a dive
Deep into the depths of depression
Why can’t I escape the hurting?
Will my wounds never heal?
My head is one balloon
Ready to pop at any second
Am I not good enough for anyone?
For God?
Or even myself?
Was I put here to cause misery to the world?
Or is it because my hurt will never heal?



I wrote this when I was feeling down in Bio once. Like it?