The Question

I'm sick of trying,

I'm done.

I wanted love,

I have none.

None was given to me,

I have none to give out.

How is it then that I can still see?

Through all the drought.

I'm inside dying.

Why, I ask the lord above,

Should I just keep trying?

Is what I'm thinking of.

I work so hard.

I'm called lazy.

I get mad and make a mess.

I'm called crazy.

What about the mess you don't see?

Did I not clean it up nice?

Because you can't see it dirty?

Well then let me do it twice.

Look closely and see!

Or why... should I even try?