Why Always Me?

Why always me?

I often ask myself

The truth always comes to light they say

The truth is never clear like a summers day

I just want to be liked, loved, and respected, is that so much ask for?

Why always me?
Thinking to myself, why is it always me.

Me reaching for the stars at this point seems like a closed door

I often ponder the entirety of existence by one question and for the way I do things day in and day out.

I promised myself I wouldn’t be a sellout

Why always me?