• Why Is It?
    A Poem by Jessica Koluch
    Why?
    Why is it?
    Why is it that I can never be happy?
    Why is it when I finally become happy…?
    There always something to go wrong?
    Why can’t anything I ever do go right?
    Why is everything always perfect in one instant…?
    And shitty the next?
    Why am I always worried?
    Why is it I get worked up over something stupid?
    Why is it I just seem to screw up everything?
    Why is it people hate me for the littlest of things?
    Why can’t I just let go of the past?
    Why can’t I move onto the future?
    Is it that I’ve been through it already?
    And I would like things to be back where they were?
    Or is it, I’m afraid…afraid of what the future brings?
    Is because I already know the past?
    And it’s easy for me to accept things?
    Why is it, things for me are never easy?
    Why is it, all I basically do is try to make people happy?
    And why is it, that it’s always making things miserable for me.
    Can’t one thing in my life be good?
    Can’t one thing in my life make things better for me???
    Maybe is always my fault?
    Maybe this is what will always happen?
    Maybe I will always alone and lonely?
    So why?
    Why?