Mental questionnaire.
As the days go by my questions increase just like how ants rush to gather at a piece of fallen food. When I get an answer to a single question, I'm left with a hundred more. In all retrospect, I have too many questions that I end up feeling like I don't, hence I try putting them down.
What I'm I? Who is my mother? Why was my life programmed by someone? Is someone still manipulating my life? Do they find my struggles enjoyable? Why does it always look like I'm stepping on fire no matter which step I take? Why is it that there is nothing good about my future according to my mother? Why does it have to be me? Didn't I try to live peacefully, yet life stole that away from me? Why does it have to be cruel?
Most of all my questions bring out: WHY DO I EXIST?
For pain and suffering? To be ignored? To be someone's play thing? To live a life of ridicule?
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