Why Me?
Why am I always the one
That people rely on?
The shield, the protecter
The one everyone can pour their problems out to
The one who seems to not feel
Not hurt
Not be affected by pain
But I do feel, I do hurt
Even though I might seem to be strong
I, even I, break down sometimes
Cry on my bed sometimes
Collapse on the floor
Feel weakened by pain
Close my eyes and try to block out problems
Why do they come to me?
Why am I so different from others?
Am I the only one who they think
Can cope with pain?
So fake, so false
It hurts so much
But I have to do it
I can't tell them
How much it hurts
When they run to me for help
I try to be a comfort
But in the end
I'm weakened by all their problems
Dumped on top of me
Try to solve them
Help people
But in the end
I break down and think
Why me?