All I Ask

I used to sit alone and wonder,
where I went wrong.
My life started out just fine.
But now that I can think,

I realize that life was far from kind
to me. No one understood the workings
of my mind. They never saw anything
more then what I placed before their eyes.

When what they saw frightened them,
they attacked me. They said cruel things
to me and made me cry.
And I ask why.

Every single day I cry myself to pieces,
every tear and all my fears,
wash out all the happiness I have to spare.
I cry, asking why.

Soon my tears, turned into pain-swept fears.
I cut my arms, instead of crying.
When they see my scars,
it is them who are asking why.

By: Emily E. Smith
10-22-08