Alone at night I sit and cry
Always asking myself why
Why I turned out like I did
Why everyone still thinks I’m a kid
Why I cant hold on for another day
Why I can’t leave and why can’t I stay
Why won’t they shut up and listen instead
Why can’t I explain the thoughts in my head?
Why can’t I decide where my life's gonna go
How can I explain when I simply don’t know
Why do they ask me persistent questions?
Why do they give me constant suggestions?
Why do I let them eat me from inside?
Why instead of facing them do I run and hide
Why do I look like a freak and everyone else is fine
Why do people insist that it be all in my mind?
Why am I so bad and they’re all so good
Why didn’t I believe them when they said I could?
Why do I change the way I look for you?
Why do I care that you don’t have a clue?
Why can’t I see the facts when they’re right there?
Why does she insist there’s no such thing as unfair?
Why can’t they see that their actions affect me?
Or don’t they care that my life is insanity
Why do I eat when I should lose weight?
Why do I want to live my life so fake?
Why can’t I be happy with what I’ve got?
Why do I want to be something I’m not?
Why can’t I live the life I want to have?
Why am I always wrong and why am I going mad
Why am I missing the point of life?
Why do I want to end it with a knife?
Why can’t I move yet I can’t sit still?
Why do I find death a thrill
Why does death seem like the only answer…?
Why does death seem like the only answer? Because it is.

G Brown 2002

Why did I write Why? Well, at this time in my life, a lot was going on, and I understood very little of it, causing immense frustration on my part. I have to admit I don't like the ending, but i needed to finish it, because I needed sleep. There's a lot in here, for example references to people that only myself and that person will understand...and there are a lot of people involved in this poem. I just needed a way to get out all my frustrations without harming anyone.