the wondering of why

(poems go here) sometimes i sit in my room and go on and on in my head wondering why. why do the birds sing .why do things mean things , why do people die and why does my soul cry. it begs the question of why because when i wonder why i start to feel jaded and hurt . then there days that i sit and wonder not why but how does the world change that little girl can grow up and do big things but still get lament for being a virgin . how do people ridiculed not see the woman but the girl with the attitude . they treat me like a leper someone who is not wanted unwelcome .all because decided not to throw myself to the wolves to become apart of the train or is it a trap off entanglement .men look at me and they see friendly ghost not a lover for most. i got dreams bigger than the night sky but sometimes i still sit an wonder .why oh why does this world do the things it do .