Why Is What I Ask

Why is the life of a loved one always ruined?

Why is it yours?

Why do they try to break you?

Why do you let them break you?

Why watch as the world turns into a compromsing mess around you, when you could be different?

Why do you hide in the one place, that is yes, comforting and safe, but still oh, so over-powering?

Why do you let me ask you questions, knowing you don't even like the true answers?

Why do you hide that beautiful face behind secrets and false smiles?

Why do you let the world stereotype you until nothing is left but a blank stare and a vacant body?

Why do you hurt?

Why do I hurt for you?

Why do I see the fascade you hide behind, when no one else does?

Why...why is what I ask of you.