Why is it I dream so vividly?
They haunt me for days and then I remember the dream again within another.
Why is it I yearn for touch and love so much?
It consumes me.
Why is it I cannot be a 'normal' person? A 'normal' wife?
It disturbs me.
Why is it I attract so much hatred from 'Bitch' and so much disloyalty from Dram?
It poisons me.
Why is it I allow this to consume me sometimes?
It eats my soul.
Why can I not write a masterpiece?
It frustrates me so much.
Why can I feel so weak and so fragile that I'm frightened I will break forever?
It scares me and makes me feel so weak.
Why can I not return the loyalty of a loving husband?
It bewilders me.
Why can I not sleep so peacefully?
It exhausts me.
Why are my tears falling now onto the keyboard as I write this?
Why is this?
Why is all of this?
Why do I need to know all the answers anyway?
Why do I need?
Why do I?
Why?