Why me

WHY ME

 I am old now,

So I should understand.

They said I should—

But why me?

The cost of me—

I paid it to you.

So why me?

A cry in my scream,

Why me?

My love was never reciprocated,

My hopes long gone.

I wish I was exceptional enough

To accept that it’s me.

Is this what being old means?

To carry the weight of unanswered questions,

To bear the burden of being ordinary,

And wonder if you were ever enough?

Maybe this is how it feels—

When you grow old.