Why Me

I ask the ceiling in the dark what I have done to deserve this weight. The question sits heavy in my mouth, tasting of metal and rain. Morning comes, but it does not answer. It only lays pale light across the mess I cannot name.

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I measure my reflection as if it holds a verdict.
Every flaw becomes evidence in a trial without a judge.
The world moves easily around me, untouched by my private storm.
I stand still, wondering how I became the chosen ground for lightning.

There are stories of strength that others tell about pain.
I try to wear them, but they hang loose on my shoulders.
Some days, I am tired of being the lesson.
Some days I am only tired.

Yet beneath the question, something quieter survives.
A pulse that refuses to surrender its rhythm.
I do not know why this road bent toward me.
I only know I am still walking.

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