20 Questions

This is a revamp of a poem I posted on here earlier under a different name. Tell me if the constant questions are annoying or not, because that is what I am worried about right now

20 Questions

 

What do you do when you miss a golden opportunity?
What do you chock it up to, low confidence, no experience, or immaturity?
Do you beat yourself up, and put yourself down?
Do you hide your feelings, or constantly wear a frown?
Why do we put ourselves in positions to be hurt?
Maybe it’s human nature to trip ourselves into a face full of dirt?
Maybe we like the feeling of a broken heart?
Maybe it can’t function properly, without first being torn apart?
Should I loathe in the pain and let it simmer, linger and rest?
Should I believe this is when human function is at its best?

How do I not seem like I am just some little Emo B***h?

How do I guard my feelings from those who will snitch?

Will tipping the person off on what they have done do any good?

Maybe they will realize how great together, we could?

No, how could I be so nieve?

Is there really no way, this hurt can be relieved?

Can some one just give me the answers?

Or will these questions just grow like cancers?

Does life ever give relaxation, or just more tension?

Does life ever give answers, or just more questions?