Why am I so upset?

Why am I so upset?

Is it because I am tired of waiting,

Or that I am waiting to get tired?

Is it because i am a dying wonder?

Or that I am afraid I might die wondering.

Why am I so upset?

Is it because I am worried about my future,

Or that I haven't stopped worrying about it?

Is it because I want to re-write my past,

Or that I want to relive it?

Why am I so upset?

Is it because I have everything going for me,

Or that I am just sitting here going with the flow?

Is it because I can't change with time,

Or that I don't want the times to change?

Why am I so upset?

Is it because I’ve become selfless for somebody’s selfishness,

Or that I’ve become selfish in my selflessness?

Is it because I don’t have the one I want,

Or that I don’t want the ones I have?

Why am I so upset?

Everything seems so perfect, yet perfect isn't perfect.

Why do I need perforations in my perfection?

Why am I suffocating in this sophistication?

Some whys in life always remain unanswered?

Some answers in life always lie waiting for their questions.

Why?