May I Ask You—a poem
May I ask you why this happened?
What is it that I did wrong?
May I ask you how I’m supposed to do this?
How am I expected to be so strong?
I live my life by your golden rule
And still you throw me shade.
What is it I have to do
To get what I want made?
May I ask you how it feels
To have the power that you wield?
I am running low on defenses.
I am damaging my shield.
May I ask you when will things line up
The way that I think they should?
Is it me that is the problem?
Am I not any good?
You haven’t seemed to listen.
I don’t know what else to say.
It’s like screaming in a crowded room,
And nobody looks my way.
May I ask you when this test will be over?
I’d just like to know a timeline.
I want to know when the day will come
That I will begin to feel fine.