Why?

I guess this is a vent. I don't know right now.

Why?

Why do I listen

To my heart,

To my thoughts,

To You.

Why do you lie?

To my friends,

To my face,

To my soul.

Why do you insist I am wrong?

To lower me,

To make me inferior,

To make me believe that nothing 

I believe is true.

Why do you hurt me?

To make you feel powerful,

To manipulate,

To get what you want only to leave me for dust.

Why do I trust you?

To give myself something to hold onto,

To believe that things could get better,

To never give up hope

That what is seen is not all there is.

Why?

What have I done?

Do I deserve this?

Is it true that "good things to those who wait"?

Or is it a cruel ploy to get us to stay in our lane.

Why do I cry over you?

To let out words that I could not say,

Through silent tears that drip onto my pillow

In the early hours of morning light.

Why do I stay if I know I am not wanted?

Am I that big of a fool to think that you would 

Even consider that there is more to

This picture than what is framed in front of you.

I am here,

And I am still waiting.

Why?