Why Me

Why me? Why me? Why does everyone try to try me? I observe, I watch, I see. Can’t tell me anything I don’t know about me. I know all the fun twisted sides of me. I know sides of me that would break you but made me. I know I keep my word even behind liars that have lied to me. I know I show love in a world full of hate. Gotta soft heart so I can be an easy target so I choose em on fate. Not one of my best quality of traits. Takes a lot too bend me Enough to make me fold. I am a unique mold. I know I’m not insecure within myself. That wouldn’t be beneficial to my health. I like who I am ,Who I see. I am just hard on those who say they love me and question their motives with me. Only if I see something shady. Like why Baby. And Im again like Why me...