Why?

Why? Why is it always in poetry?
Why in all cases, is it done?
Why do emotions and feelings, here go?
Why can't it be spoken, and shown to you?
Why at every glance, pain is felt?
Why every time approached, how few take the lead?
Why is it that when it hurts, there is no fun?
Why when talking, there is a field that cannot be noticed?
Why is that, it doesn't feel fun?
Why is that, no smile to show?
Why is it that every pain gets worse?
Why is that, it seems like nothing really?
Why? Why is it always like this?
Why is there always pain, I feel?
Why? Am I right?
That's why, I was once fooled, and failed.
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