Unsettling visions pop in my head.
Of people I don't want dead.
Why is it that
When I think of something for myself,
My mind jumps to cause and effect?
I believe it's because if I,
Like so many people,
Get selfish,
Other poeple will be hurt.
I try to go out of my way
For people not to hurt.
Why is it,
That people don't understand me?
And why is it that people like me,
The ones who can see and feel pain,
Are the ones who are depressed?
Why is it that we are the best ones
for psycology?
Who disides, besides God,
Who's rib i have?
And why do I miss Pooh Bear?
Impossible Questions,
No Answers
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