Why do you cry when you already know the end?
Why do you lie when you know you'll give in?
Why do you continue when you know when to stop?
Why do you self-doubt when your already on top?
Why do you dream when they never come true?
Why do you have feelings when they see you through?
Why do you bend when you know you're about to break?
Why do you try when it's something you can't make?
Why do you care when they act like you don't exist?
Why do you stick around when you know you're on the waiting list?
Why do you believe in something you're not?
Why do you want to be remembered when most people already forgot?
Why do you enter when it says not to come in?
Why do you do all the things you said you never been?
Why do you love me when you said it meant nothing at all?
Why do you still talk to me when all of this was my fault?
Why do you read this when it's something you shouldn't do?
Maybe your resistance is something you bite off more than you can chew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem