One True Question Poem by Allen Mahan

Why?
What seems to be the only question I bother to wonder anymore.
Almost as if nothing else catches my attention.
It almost seems as if I'm a target of some sort.
Just when something seems to be within reach,
When things finally seem to go my way,
Something happens to take it all away.

What have I done to deserve this?
I do nothing but good,
Yet seem to get nothing that I beg for in return.
I give all I can,
Yet get everything I desire taken away.
All in one fell swoop.
As if all the work I've done has been for nothing.
All the pain-staking hours thrown away,
Meaning nothing at all.

Is it too much to ask?
All I want is the feeling that someone cares.
Someone cares enough to give me a real chance,
Instead of denying me the one thing I really feel I need.
The one thing I wish I could have.
The one thing I seem to care about having.

Am I really not as good?
Something I've felt for years.
Nobody seems to give me the chance,
So I can't help but feel I'm a lot worse than everyone else.
Where I do everything in my power to help the people I love.
Kindness,
Sweat,
Blood,
Tears,
But never get much of anything in return.

I know the day will come eventually.
After plenty of agonizing days,
Weeks,
Months,
Years even.
But the real question here is,
Should I bother waiting until then?