In "The Why Me?" Mode

Picking up the broken pieces

Some hit by the storm of deceit,

Others scattered around by time,

Here I am, the fragmented me.

I wonder, why me?

As I stitch the jigsaw

The picture seems unwilling

To become one again

Perhaps too tired to challenge fate

Sporadic, is my being.

I wonder, why me?

Every time, I gather courage,

To stand up again.

Weather the winds

To find my foundation,

The earth shakes beneath my feet,

Overpowered by the life force

Lies a shattered me.

I wonder, yet again, why me?