Why
I don't know why...why I feel this way. One day the sunlight brightens my smile a little more, another day the wind struggles to push the hair out of my tear covered face. My thoughts are uncontrollable, help is not an option is my mind that flutters with unwanted, yet realisitc thoughts. I need help up, but my feelings pull me to the ground and drag me by my hair. But a smile can hide it all.