Small Day

I sit alone and wonder things that only I would wonder. Things that really shouldn't be there, but why am I to be left alone to think such things. I am only a lie, a story has not been told. A story that has been going on for years be for any one ever thought possible, but why must I be the one who has to save them. Why can't they  themselves in there time of need? Now this is how my day went but why? Why wasn't day so small? Why couldn't I of been a dream in some kids mind? A nightmare of someones past that they forgot? A mere memory that dances across your mind. Why not?