Why

Sometimes I wonder inside... like
why do I write, why do I still put up a fight
why dont I let darkness win, why am I stil trying

Sometimes I just hate life but you'd never know
 like somethings wrong inside, it wont show like
why do I feel this way, why do I stray
why do I fear myself, and this thing im becoming
thats haunting me in the mirror saying come nearer.

Sometimes I cant be bothered like
why do I fall, why do I spring
why do I summer, why do I winter,

Why do I give thanks but feel I deserve more
why am I unsure
why do I keep getting up even when I collapse
maybe why has no answer perhaps

Sometimes I do lie --its the wretched in me
why do I get sad, then I smile gladly
why am I good, but think of bad
I should be locked up for my own safety

Like why am I in, why am I out
why am I here, why am I there
why am I yes, why am I no
all these things I am and want to know

Why do I war what for
why do I pretend to be something im not
like why am I cold, why am I hot

Why am I warrior, why am I soldier
why am I winner, why am I looser
why am I solitary, why am I lonely
why do I only prefer my company

Im fighting a war and I want to know why
I march and fall to a beat but I do try
I see dark, I see light which one am I
perhaps the better one, perhaps, oh my.


Mythical_Poet
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