Why does it hurt so much
when I see their posts?
Why does it hurt so much
when I miss every shot?
Why does it hurt so much
when I see the letter B?
Why does it hurt so much
when I think about all the things I could be?
All the things I’m supposed to be?
Why do I stress about a future so distant?
Why do I cry about problems so small?
Why do I fear change so insignificant?
Why?
Why am I like this?
Why do I care?
I shouldn’t care…
Should I?
Maybe I’m right.
Maybe everyone else should be asking,
“Why not?”
…maybe.