Tell me,
Why is that,
You leave with no chance to object,
and everyone expects me to forget?

Tell me,
Why is it that,
I cry and mourn like I am told too,
but no one understands
this one-size-fits-all cure.

Tell me,
Why is it that,
it seems others get heal quickly,
yet I constantly replay the day I was told?

Tell me,
Why is it that,
Other siblings fight and hurl
contemptuous words at each other,
But I would do anything to have you pick
me up and throw me out of your room.

Tell me,
why is it that,
You were taken,
and I wasn't.