Self Interrogation

they all ask me that question
a million times a peice,
that stupid, pointless question
that never seems to cease.
why should they even care about
whats going on inside?
what is it that they are so convinced
im trying my best to hide?
like a skipping record
playing for weeks on end
is it really true
that her broken heart can mend?
whats wrong with her?
is she okay?
whats her problem?
whats that scar say?
why cant i just be left alone
i find myself wondering
what is the purpose
of all their blundering?
i ask myself their question
from dusk to break of day
the question i know not the answer to...
Am i okay?

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

That's what people who care about us do.
Yes, sometimes annoying, but usually with the best intentions.

You're writing, was spot on,
thoroughly enjoyed!

Have a nice eve.
Antonio

[Mary]

i liked it, it did make me think like coyote said! It had a nice flow and i could relate to it in some way:) great write, i mean it!!!:)

[Natalie.]

Excellent work! I love the last line. A sharp staccato following a barrage of questions--it was very powerful.

[Coyote Poetry]

We live in a crazy and confused world. I worry for my children. I leave a open door for conversation. Those questions do appear too often. What is going on inside her head? Are you alright. A two sided coin. Too much love or not enough. A excellent poem. Made the reader think. The goal of a writer.
Coyote