“Why Are You Like This?” by Max Cunningham

Why are you like this?

Everyday my good side is a hit or miss.

Maybe it’s just

I AM who I AM. . .

Do you understand?


There’s me                                                                        and there’s you

And I try to think it through

But I’m scared of myself. . .

Why can’t I be alone by myself?


There’s an anchor in my chest

Pulling me towards and away from my best

This void, this pulling in my chest, it never

Goes away. . .

I can’t remember happy days


I can’t get away from it

It pulls me back and I’m back in it

I pull it up to my head and think

What if I miss?

Why am I like this?