Why Am I The Victim?

Why do people Like to piss me off Why do they like To kick me when I'm down Why do they remind me Of horrible times in my life Why do they put Upon my face a frown Why do they get On my last effing nerve Why do they feel that pain Is what I deserve Why do they throw rocks and sticks At my cold and pale flesh Why do they try to shake me with words Like I am an etch-a-sketch Why do they throw coins at me As if I am a wishing fountain Why do they make me feel so low When I am as high as a mountain Why do they treat me Like forbidden fruit Why do people lie to me When I tell them the truth Why do people give advice But never practice what they preach Why is it that when I help people They leave me to drown in the sea Why am I always The very last one to know Why am I always So confused and alone Why do people Try to lower my self esteem I know they are just words But they seem to fill me with steam I just want to run away Like a flowing river stream While upon my back The sunlight gleams Why do I even bother Revealing the mood that I am in It doesn't seem to make a difference And it seems like I will never win By Glenn McCrary © 2009 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)