Why?
Evidently, I have my good days,
and I have my bad.
Why must both be so closely bound.
Why can't I go for a few days, without a pain in my heart,
or a burn in my skin.
I can't stand the scars.
Why is it when I feel happy,
I put on a fake smile, only to bring me back down.
Why must I deal with a deformed heart,
why must I deal with the scars that have been sewn into my skin.
Please tell me,
why am I being punished?
Why am I being given hell for things I have never done,
for things I never knew would happen.
Why can't I form a real smile.
I ask you again,
please tell me,
why?
Why am I being punished?
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