Why Me! ! Poem by WENDY KAY TADDAY

WELL HERE I GO UNDER THE KNIFE AGAIN, WHY CANT I BE DONE WITH ALL OF THIS?
I OFTEN ASK GOD AND SOMETIMES MAKE A PLEA, THAT IF I PROMISE TO SAY MORE PRAYERS MORNING AND NIGHT
COULD HE PLEASE JUST TAKE THIS SICKNESS AWAY FROM ME?
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME UNDERSTAND WHY ALL THIS IS HAPPENING TO ME?
WHY DO I HAVE ALL THIS PAIN INSIDE? SOMETIMES ALL I WANT TO DO IS BURY MY HEAD FROM EVERYTHING AND HIDE..
I HAVE A LIFE ANY WOMAN COULD EVER DREAM OF HAVING. THE BEST HUSBAND THERE IS
AND THE LOVE IS EVEN STRONGER WHEN IT COMES TO MY KIDS.
ON MY BAD DAYS I TRY MY BEST TO ACT SOMEWHAT AS HAPPY AS I CAN AND TRY TO BE MYSELF
ON THOSE DAYS I TRY TO PUT ALL MY PAIN AND FEELINGS ASIDE AS IF THEY ARE BEING STORED ON A SHELF.
WHY DOES IT FEEL TO ME SOMETIMES EVERYONE IS SO FAR AWAY,
BUT THEIR NOT THEY ARE ALL HERE AROUND ME EVERYDAY..
I KNOW I AM NOT THE BEST MOTHER OR WIFE,
BUT I SURE DO TRY
MY FAMILY MEANS SO MUCH TO ME, I CANT EVEN IMAGINE HOW BEING ALONE AND FIGHTING THIS ON MY OWN WOULD BE
I TRY TO LIVE EVERYDAY LIKE IT IS MY LAST, FOR MY DAYS COULD BE LONG OR THEY COULD GO BY VERY FAST.