Why Poem by Kelsea Osterman

Why me. Why me in every way. Why do I have to be the one hurt. Why even though you should be the one hurt not me. And why would you be hurt in the first place. You did nothing to me get that through your head. It was all me. But why. Why did I do it? Why did I hurt you in ways that I know I can't take back. Why did she let me. Oh that is right he came along and changed my mind. I didn't want him I wanted him. So why can't I have him. I guess I'll never know why.