Why Me?


For many years I would ask,
Why me? Why me? Why me?

In this life I didn't know one could hide behind a mask.

I hid behind layers of lies and hurt,
Searching for so many things paving the dirt.

My mind couldn't grasp the concept of...
Why me? Why me? Why me?

But I figured it out,
I wrote it down,
I cried some tears
and came back to it again.

You would think depression was my best friend.

Now that I know that I no longer have to ask
Why me? Why me? Why me?

My days have gotten brighter,
my smile has gotten wider,
and my heart is free.

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