Inside and outside.
Why is it always me?
Whatever I asked for, doesn't want me.
Whatever I want, doesn't need me.
Whatever I need , never considers me.
Whatever I have, doesn't comfort me.
Whatever I love, never chooses me.
Whatever I adore, never sees me.
Whatever I pray, never blesses me.
Whatever I think of, are always being just dreams.
Whatever I wished for, always remains as a wish.
Why me?
Why is it always me!?