I Don’t know the Answer

“Tell me, why are you not doing well?”
“Tell me, why are you getting failed?”
“Don’t you want to do hard work?”
“Or things just don’t penetrate into your skull?” Maybe its my lack of concentration.
Maybe I get overconfident,
Maybe things really bounce off my head.
Or maybe I have stopped believing myself.
Maybe.
I don’t know the answer.
“Do you think, we don’t care about you?”
“Do you think, we just unreasonably shout at you?” “Why don’t you let your problems be expressed?” “Or you think you are more experienced?”
Maybe I don’t get that care.
Maybe you don’t care at all.
Maybe I have seen things more than you.
Or maybe I don’t want to live any more with you. Maybe.
I don’t know the answer.
“Why is your mind out of the class?”
“Your eyes have same cold look, just like a glass”
“Why do you keep wasting your parent’s money?”
“Or you don’t want to study?”
Maybe I am trying hard but things get messed up. Maybe your teaching is bad.
Maybe I really want to destroy my life.
Or maybe I find something else interesting in the class. Maybe.
I don’t know the answer.
“Tell me, why are you sad?”
“Why is your mood always so bad?”
“Are we treating you like a dog?”
“Or you don’t want to hangout”
Maybe I am melancholy by nature.
Maybe I want deep talks instead of recreation.
Maybe I don’t consider you as a part of my soul.
Or maybe you really are treating me like a dog.
Maybe.
I don’t know the answer.

“Why do you keep chasing me?”
“Is it my money or really me?”
“Will your so called love long last?”
“Or its just another time pass?”
Maybe I fell in love with your heart.
Maybe I fell in love with your pocket,
Maybe I really want to pass my time,
Or maybe I badly need a Soul as a guide. Maybe.
I don’t know the answer.
“Why do you keep me ugly?”
“Don’t you want yourself to be called sexy?” “Don’t you want attention?”
“Or you just want to be a loser?”
Maybe I want them to see the real me. Maybe I want attention in a different way. Maybe I just feel comfortable in the crowd, Or maybe I am just a Coward.
Maybe.
I don’t know the answer.
“Why do you always stop me?”
“Why do you make me remember the past?” “Why don’t you listen to me?”
“Or you don’t want to listen to me?”
Maybe you just stop all by yourself.

Maybe you yourself keep remembering bad things. Maybe I try my best to make use of you.
Or maybe I don’t really want to listen to you. Maybe.
I don’t know the answer.
“Why do you keep staining me?”
“Why do keep that demon feeding upon me?” “Don’t you like my purity?”
“Or you just hate to be clean?”
Maybe you need another container.
Maybe I can’t protect you from stains.
Maybe I feel pity on the demon.
Or maybe its out of my hands.
Maybe.
I don’t know the answer.
“Why do keep me inside you?”
Why do you keep feeding me upon your soul?”
“Do you know that I am killing you?”
“Or you just enjoy being a masochist?”
Maybe you are stronger than me to control.
Maybe you fill the empty space inside me.
Maybe I love to feed you.
Or maybe you are the only thing alive in me. Maybe.
I don’t know the answer.

“Why do you want to destroy me?”
“Why do you keep playing with me?”
“Why do you make me hard?”
“Or you don’t want me to be with you?”
Maybe you are getting hard for me.
Maybe I hate you.
Maybe I treat you as a game.
Or maybe I just need another game.
Maybe.
I don’t know the answer.

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