Why Me?

Oh, pardon me.
I just need to be
Alone for a bit...
I just need to vent...
Why, why?
Why do I
Have to deal
Have to feel
Like this?

So, I must ask:
"Why me?"
Why do I see
This cretin every
day? Like Beverly
Hills, it gets old
Quickly, the same old
Same old, same old...
But when anger
Or sadness
Or madness
Surrounds you,
You count the time
Like seconds were years
Hoping you won't ever deal with your fears
That one day, you, or rather, I,
might snap.
Because really,
I get tired of this crap.
I can't put up with it for much longer...

I HATE RANDOM!
He grates ever so much
On my patience.
I swear he learned to dance superb
Just to dance on my last nerve!
Am I a fool?
To play into such a situation?
One moment is good,
The next: complications!
WHY ME?
WHY!

I do not know.
I wish
That I did.
But however much I hope
I dropped belief in wishing
Years ago.

But despite this,
There is no other
Who I would rather
Call my brother.