Why do I?

Why do I create artificial boundaries?

Why do I let them laugh and act as if they own me?

Why do I smile instead of cry?

Why do I let people pass by?

I know why

It’s because I’ve always been taught

That I’m broken

And a mess to deal with

So why even try?

I know why

Because of the number of times I have stood up

And survived

It shows me that I can not only get better

But thrive