Why Poem by Darkangel Flyfree

Why do men make us cry
Make us feel bad and expect us
To be nice and sweet in return?
Why do they hit, leave bruises
When all we do is defend ourselves?
Why must we feel weak and defenseless
Is that the kind of girl they want?
Why must they talk down
Destroy any happiness and excitement
Thats left of us
Why play there dirty little games
And then have the pleasure
Of ripping out our hearts
Why do we put up with the
arguing, abusiveness, and insults
Why does love hurt so bad
When supposed to be a good feeling
Why do we fall in love
When not meant too, knowing it's wrong
Why feel so alone
When in the company of others
And feel so out of place
Why must some feel worst than others
Why suffer the way we do
Why can't my life be over by now
Haven't I put up with enough
Been through too much already
Why, please tell me WHY! ! !