Why Poem by charles kuehnle

Why do you tell?
Me something?
And don't do it
If you don't want to love me
Then why are you here?
Being too good can make
People run over you
Why do people lie to you?
Just to get what they want.

Every time someone puts
His or her hands on you its wrong
And after that they say they love you
And you made them do it
Why is it my fault?
I had did nothing wrong to you
It's not my fault
Because you're caught
In your wicked world