A Question Mark

Where do I start
Everything I want to do
I have not
Begun
I’m here in the presence
But my head is filled
With many thoughts
The more I try
The more
Everything
Breaks a part
Just a visit
By me
Ignites an….
Unnecessary mental tirade
My daily routine
Is never the same
But I
Praise that
Because if so
I would be considered
Boring
To others
People I don’t see
Or know
For that reason
I’m alone
Making decisions
And accepting
Logical guesses
Without a college degree
But many certificates
And hours spent
Reading
Grasping
Subject matter
That fascinated me
I live by
Never Give Up
But it’s okay
For me to vent
And release
These built up feelings
I never leak
But in the morning
They wake me up
My emotional tank
Full
And overflowing
So I grab my
Imaginary bucket
Pen and paper
And drain it
And I see
Words form
In front of me
I sigh
Refreshed
A mental release
My emotional tank
Is empty
For now
I can
Start my day
But why
I feel like this
But why
I feel nothing
Goes my way
But why
Must I ask myself
Why
Is it because
My life was always considered
A Question Mark….
But why