Why does it seem so hard?
Why does it hurt so bad?
Why do I have to pretend?
Why do I feel unsafe?
Why do I feel dirty?
Why can’t I cry?
Why do I have these thoughts?
Why can’t you understand me?
Why do I have to pretend?
Why can’t I help myself?
Why do I live?
Why do I even try?
Why do I even listen?
Why am I even asking these questions?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why do i relate so well to these questions? ?