Why?

Why can't it just leave me alone? 
Why does it make me go silent? 
Why won't it leave me alone? 
Why doesn't it go away? 
Why? 
Why does she have to try and explain to me what it means? 
I'm not stupid. 
I can think for myself, right? 
I've lost sleep over it, too many times to count. 
Doesn't she see that? 
it's my life, right? 

This poem is about: 
Me

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