Why?

What made you

act this way?

What made you grow

so cold?

So hard, so mean.

I've never seen

you that way.

oh why, just why?

Was it something I said

or did not say?

Something I forgot,

something I did not?

I wake up

in the middle of the night

wondering if

my decisions were right.

What made you so hard,

so cold.

If I'd been told before,

would I have been to late,

would there be more?

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Yes, I am worried. I know, it's not my best poem. I apologise, I am sorry.