4/27/2017
Where am I?
What am I?
Who am I?
Questions I can't seem to answer.
I crawl along this floor of mousetraps
in the pitch black
dying to find out;
But all I seem to find is more pain.
Why am I?
Is this not a question
we all ask ourselves?
Then why does it tear me apart?
Why me and not you?
I'm left bruised
and beaten
on the floor,
yet you appear
completely unharmed.
Why?