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I sit back watching the sky fade to gray, Asking myself one simple question; 'Why do I stay?' But as I ask this question, It remains unanswered. Why this is, I would greatly like to know. I lay back in bed at the end of another day, Needing the answer to a simple question; 'What do they want from me?' And yet, even to this question, I recieve no answer. I wonder why I am granted no answer. I watch as he walks through the door, And I ask this simple question; 'Why is it so bad to be with me?' Yet again there is no answer to be heard. Questions run through my head, Each day and each dreadful night. 'Why do they assume I have no feelings?' 'Why can't someone just love me?' And alas only one question is there every second of every day; 'What will it take for me to finally belong with someone I love?'