Why Doesn't he love me?
Why doesn't anyone understand?
Why am I the way I am?
Why doesn't he see how much I love him?
These questions are hard to ask but true!
They are the questions that keep you awake at night and make you wonder Why? Why? Why?
Why aren't I popular, beautiful and elegant?
Why can't he see me for me?
Why doesn't he care?
Why do I have to Love him?
These Questions are killing me, deep into my core.
I just have one last question
Why do these questions have to ring in my head like a church bell on a sunday morning?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is bitter, and venomous. Sometimes it carries the most painful bite. I like this poem, great emotion here. Beautiful writing.