Why is it...

Why is it that the more I give,
The less I get.

Why is it that I call tons of people to cheer them up,
But I'm left all by myself with no one to talk to?

Why is it that when I try hard not to be the center of attention,
I get accused of trying to get attention?

Why is it that the harder I work to fix things,
The more messed up they get?

Why is it that can I forgive but not forget,
And I can be forgotten but not forgiven?

How is it that I can love,
When I don't know what it's like to be loved?

Because. It just is