to the right, but left

i can't figure out why the dad who worked so hard lost his job

or why the mom of six was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer

i can't figure out why the brother who was driving to pick up his little sister from dance,

never returned home that night

i can't figure out why the sun sets earlier in the UK

or why sixteen year old girls are having babies because they can't live without the financial aid

i can't figure out why we complain about what we are having for dinner

when in another country, they're going to bed without it

i can't figure out why the picture that popped up

ruined that little boy's life

or why the father of 4 left his wife for some other lady

maybe he was that little boy

i can't figure out why my friend thought suicide was the answer

when he questioned "do they care?"

or why we can't read between the lines of silent suffering

its always there

i can't figure out why the girl with the distorted body image

ever thought that her weight was more important than her happiness

or why this place i live in is called happy valley

cause over half the people here seem anything but

i can't figure out why bad things happen to good people

i thought curveballs only happened in baseball