Why, Me?

Why are you with me,

When you could be with a thousand others?

Why do you prefer my company,

When you claim a thousand others enjoy yours?

Why sing songs to my deaf ear,

When a thousand others crave for that music?

Why seek my counsel,

When a thousand others die to offer you solace?

Why strive to be a slave in my world,

When a thousand others accept you queen of their universe?

Why try be in my words,

When you could be the life of a thousand others?

Why want me,

When you have a thousand others,

Even when you know I am preoccupied.