Why? - Poem #10

"Why?" they asked. Why what? I asked back.

"Feel free to finish the question as your mind pleases"

I laughed feeling appreciated for my love for mystery

Why? why does my blessing feel like a curse?

Why do I always feel a lot and say too little

Why do I always find myself lost in my head

Why do I care too much and hold on too tight

Why am I full of love, but settle for the unrequited love 

Why my head is full of fairy tales, but I live a staged nightmare

I can go on and on but I will leave my Whys in despair  

Pearl x