this poem is called why ok
why do i fill i can do more
why do i fill i havent done enought
why do i think my dreams will never come true
why am i so complicated
why am i such a weirdo
why do i fill im so intrusting a person
why do i have all these filling
why do i want more in life
why do i make promises i cant keep
why do i have so many thoughts
why do i make things so hard
why was i born it makes no cents
why dose eveyday end the same
why cant i change fate
why is deatany so mean
why do i wake noing that nothing hase changed
why is the only question i can ask myself
