Demanding

 I cannot seem to wrap my head around the 'whys' and reasoning's to this so-called life I have been given.

Always have I been the obedient and caring soul,

Full of laughter and warmth.

Now I question what seems to be everything,

From my sensual and sensitive being,

To just plain old 'WHY'.

Somewhere buried deep with-in, I know this is not me,

I just want an inkling of some sort of answer,

A hint would suffice.

I give, yet I expect nothing in return...

I love, without bounds...

I obey, not knowing what will be expected....

Now I am demanding!!

I want the answers!!

Do not deny me!

I have done everything in life selflessly,

Owning up to my mistakes,

Never asking...

...Until now.

WHY?