Self Destruction

I'd never understand why we choose

to make martyrs of ourselves

for people who won't even do

half the things we do for them,

why we still think of the mistakes

we did fifteen years before,

and never learn from the experience

like we're still dressed in the same clothes

why we pay so much attention

to what other people have to say:

what to do with our bodies

and which game we should play

nor why we break and crack

the foundations we were built upon

I cannot comprehend

why it's so enticing to dwell on

questions we cannot answer

things we cannot change

people we cannot have

and dreams we don't even chase.

If humans are destined

for self-preservation,

then how'd you explain

these self-destructive actions?