Why am I, why?

The constant questions haunt me,
Why am I,the way I am?
I feel broken, lost and confused.
Why am I, the way I am?
 
My thoughts go from here and there,
To where I’m at, and where I was.  
 
Rethink, relive, revive, repeat,
Why am I, the way I am?
Piece by piece I try to find myself.
Why am I, the way I am?
 
Shattered reflections looking back at me.
Tears distorting the smiles, blood covering the tiles.
 
Healed scars define my self-image.
Why are you, the way I should be?
Damaged, beyond repair, defective.
Why are you, the way I should be?
 
I bathe in a river of crimson and shame,
Disturbed thoughts visualize the scenery.
 
Please stop the constant conflict in my head.
Why are you, the way I must be?
Demanding my demise every single day.
Why are you, the way I must be?
 
I can’t live with you, but we can’t be separated.
Why are we, the way we are?