why is this madness
still inside my head,
this impatience,
so many anxieties;
why do I fear...
why am I angry...
why am I suspicious
about so many things...
why do I curse
the life I live as though I
deserve something better;
when, in reality,
I deserve nothing better
that what I have;
why am I not happy
nor fun to be around,
and why do I not have any
friends, either in my family
or from those I know;
why ask why?
why not just die and
be done with this
ridiculous life of mine;
as only my mom cares
and she has to...
December 2004
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