Who Am I?

Who am I to ask for difference?
When I am only a mortal like my peers.
Who am I to ask for love to come instantly?
When I am only a fighter tentatively.

How many times have I appealed
that she appears appealing?
How many 'shes' I have crush on
that have crushed me?

When all of this started?
I barely remember I had ever asked for it.
When will this end?
I couldn't even bear to stand.

Where should I go?
I have no directions at all.
Where should I rest?
I fear I will be left.

Why loving is so addictive?
Why loving is so destructive?
Perhaps it's only me thinking that way.
Maybe it's me alone all the way.