I don't know why I do certain things!

It just comes out.

I don't know why my father had to be, my father.

I don't know why I talk to myself.

I don't know why I’ve lived from shelter to shelter until
finding the crappiest neighborhood, street, building ever!

I don’t know why my life has to be so F***ED UP!!!!!!

I don’t know why my brothers can't just listen.

I don’t know why my mother consists on procrastinating on
getting an education and career.

Why my mom had children in the first place.

It would’ve been much easier for her.

I don’t know why my best friend keeps bringing me down.

Why I’ve been through all the problems dealing with the ACS, Welfare, and just plain old life!

I don’t even know why I’m writing this!

But I do know that in the future, in MY future everything
will be different.