Why

Sometimes you think why

"Why am I this way?"

"Why is the world full of this?"

"Why can't we be who we are?"

My mind is jumbled up

Full of irreverent and unimportant stuff

And I ask myself "Why do I obsess about every little damn thing?"

I guess it's the way I am wired

I have to fixate on every fucking thing

I hate it.

I hate it. 

Hate... 

It gives me headaches, strong emotions

Emotions that people don't seem to get

Emotions that just fall out at any given moment

Any place, for no reason.

Sometimes I feel like I can't show emotion

In front of my friends...

Family...

I feel like they won't care

They don't. 

I wish I wasn't so sensitive 

Not so connected to things

Then I guess I would know how it felt

How it felt to be scared and heartless

Like them.

Sometimes it hurts to think why

Sometimes you want to know the truth...

...But you can't...And you won't...

All that is left is "Why?"

"Why am I this way?"

Why am I full of this?"

"Why can't we be who we are?"

Why...