Why?

Why do you continue to act this way?
Doesn’t it bother you when your mother cries?
Please listen to what I have to say,
It might just save your life.

Why do you hang out with the wrong crowd?
You know your mother doesn’t approve of them.
It’s like your head is up in the clouds,
You do exactly what your mother condemns.

Why do you put yourself in a vulnerable state?
Do you not realize the consequences?
With our “nagging” you may feel hate,
We’re just trying to make you cautious.

Why do you push away your loved ones?
Is this your way of rebelling?
The beginning of the end has begun,
Do you realize that it’s your soul you’re selling?

Why do you turn a blind eye to your mother’s pain?
As her flesh and blood, your wrongs are her suffering.
We’re fighting hard for you to regain,
Your high post before you went under.

Why can’t you see the abyss you willingly entered?
What happened to the good girl I once knew?
I had hoped that I could play the role as your mentor,
But you had already bit off more than you could chew.

Why can’t you see that you’re hurting your mother?
She cares so much about you.
There’s no one else who would rather,
Take the suffering for you.

The ultimate question that ponders our mind,
The warning signs that met our blind eye.
Where did things go wrong?
Why do you feel like this is where you belong?

Why?

Why??

Why??!