Why Do I? Poem by Elizabeth Tyrrell

Because of you

Why do I stay silent?
Because of you.

Why do I hide my face?
Because of you.

Why do I sneak out at night?
Because of you.

Why do I hurt myself?
Because of you.

Why do I hate myself?
Because of you.

Why do I blush?
Because of you.

Why do I have nightmares?
Because of you.

Why do I daydream?
Because of you.

Why do I nervously look over my shoulder?
Because of you.

Why do I feel light headed?
Because of you.

Why do I feel self-conscious?
Because of you.

Why don't I eat?
Because of you.

Why do I cut myself?
Because of you.

Why do I feel pain?
Because of you.

Why do I do all this and more?
Because of you.