Like a River, we float on Poems

My thoughts race at times, when I think about what is happening in my life, yet I still say.

Why me?

Why do you hate me?

What did I do wrong?

I don't remember... I can't remember. It's as if I try to remember, I get a headache.

I hate this, just want to disappear at time, and see what will happen if I'm gone, or just behind the curtain. I want to know.