Why?

Why?

Why does it always have to be me?

Why am I always picked on?

Why am I always down?

Why is it that my own family is rude?

Why can't I be like everyone else?

Why is it that everyone's against me?

Why does it feel like everyone's against me?

Why has everything been bad?

Why can't I have at least one good day, week?

Why is everything going wrong?

Why do I feel like everything's wrong, against me?

Why, just tell me already!

Why?

Author's Note

This is old. I dug it up earlier today... I wrote it in the fourth grade...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I know the feeling of this poem. Someday better to stay in bed. I like the questions and emotion in this poem. It seem when things go bad. Everything falls into the dumpster. A strong poem. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Short.Nerd]

Wonderful job! I liked how all the questions started with why too. Keep up the good work:)

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is some char broiled emotion.
It's amazing how it is universal to everyone.

[Tasha]

This was really good. I liked how you began each question with "why". Amazing job!