Questions

Questions always remain,
an inquisitive, grasping claw
creating mind wrecking pain
as wondering opens its maw.

There they lay wait
to build and flow
seeming to anticipate
when I let my mind go.

Why are you saying this now?
Will we meet again somehow?
Did you even truly care?
Were you really there?

Did you actually use me?
What led you to abuse me?
Why do you still choose to watch?
Are you really thinking with your crotch?

Can you for once tell the truth?
Did you think your actions will only impact your youth?
Why on earth did you do that?
Do you know that you really are a sleazy rat?

Are you really that clueless?
Do you choose to view less?
Are you finally moving on?
Can't you see you were his pawn?

Do you see how judgmental you are?
Can't you see you were the one who was sub-par?
Are you really such a prideful witch?
Did you really need to scratch that itch?

I need to ask-- why?
Why did you to this to me?
Why did you place me in misery?
Why?

Do you regret your actions?
Do you feel sorry for my reactions?
Do you really hate me?
Do you even miss me?

Questions on the rampage,
as I tear my word-filled page.
The queries will never cease
even when I find peace.

Things I will never ask,
even when feeling empowered.
For in the end no matter what task,
some questions need to remain unanswered.