WHY

Why doesn’t life feel worth living anymore?
There are more answers to that than I can give

Why does everyone fail to understand me?
Because I’m a square and people want me to be a circle

Why can’t people leave me alone?
They would if I wasn’t different, something they didn’t understand

Why must everyone look down on me?
It’s simple; I’m smarter than they are

Why is it that nothing feels tangible anymore?
Because everything’s been taken away

Why does fear have to rule me?
That’s because happiness and love have long disappeared

Why does the past hurt like a knife through my heart?
It’s filled with people of the present

Why do I ask questions when I already have the answers?
Because they remind me to keep searching
Even for things I already possess