Why is it

A poem for Relena.

Why is it?

Why is it that whenever I get my hopes up everything comes crashing down on me?

Why is it that whenever I form a dream it is destroyed?

Why is it that when I fall in love, I find my lover is nothing but a cheat?

Why is it my family hates me?

Why is it my friends turn their backs?

Why must I always suffer?

What did I do to deserve this?

Tell me please.

I need to know.

Why is it…