Why?

You ask me why,
But it is so hard to answer.
Because even I don't know.
How to form the words,
How to describe my thoughts,
How to describe my feelings.
I am not fluent.
My mind cannot be translated.
It cannot be read.

Why do I feel these emotions deep inside of me?
Why do they take over my mind?
Why do I cripple underneath?
Why?

I do not know.

But I know myself.
And I know my heart.
And I know my soul.

The mirror only reflects back the surface.
I know the answer underneath.

- Kai_Kai001

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
Our world

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