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A Stupid Question
Like this why I am?
Why don’t I learn instead of repeat?
Why do I forget so easily of the made promises?
Or rather why do I discard them?
Why do I shift so swiftly between focus and bewildered?
Believe Believe Believe Believe Believe
Why do I resist it?
Why am I not free, even though I am?
Why do I act something I don’t feel?
2 weeks I’m happy 2 months I am stupid
Asking the same questions and receiving the same answers
Why do I think I don’t have a voice
Why do I struggle to keep constant
Why do I worsen instead of fix
Why can’t I see straight with an open conscience
Repetition Repetition Repetition Repetition
not in a good way
How can I break the cycle
It’s only a stupid question from a stupid boy
In the end I always can
But that isn’t how I feel.
Be Happy I tell myself and be
Nothing on this crooked sphere is serious
THINK!!! REMEMBER WHO I AM!!!
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Ponder on these questions that the author is experiencing:
- Why does the author feel trapped despite perceived freedom?
- What pattern does the author experience with happiness?
- What repeated action frustrates the author?
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A Stupid Question – Poem by a 16 Year Old
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