WHY ME?

POEM/ WHY ME?

I lost my dad at a very tender age.
I was small,
I knew nothing about my young pretty mom's rage.
You should have seen my face when i saw her tears under her shawl.
But why me?

Now I have come of age...,
And after his blood, my life has just one page.
I saw the blood as i felt the blade at every life's stage.
Now the lady I have been craving for says she's engaged.
So i have been waking up alone in this cage,
With pain's spots knowing all my efforts were just a wastage.
I think, my joy was written with a silent aitch.,
But why me?