We Are Who We Are Poem by Bethany Maxwell

Do you ever ask yourself why?
Why do I say the things I do?
Why is it I have these feelings?
Why can't I find the reason to my life?

Do you ever wonder if?
If life changed.
If you died.
If you were to go insane.

Do you go around asking yourself what?
What am i doing?
What am I supossed to do?
What day is it?

Do you ever look in the mirrior and asked yourself things?
Do I look fat?
Do I look acceptible for work?
Do I have enough time for one more thing?

If we are so independant and confident as a human race,
why do we ask why?
Why do you always find ifs in things?
What do we always question things for?
Why do we question who we are?