Poetry

Why are you lying to me

why cant you leave me be

why do you have to look like that

why do u spill your wrist on the mat

why do I even talk to you

I know why because you asked me to 

why do I listen to u speak 

when I know perfectly well that you are weak

why do you command me so 

while my emotions go to and fro

many battles I have lost

and lots of money it has cost 

mostly coz of my bad memory 

as I now sit underneath this chestnut tree 

the struggle is still taking place

the eternal internal struggle 
between my heart, brain and me