Me

Why must these godforsaken tears stream down my face
Why must I feel them burn with emotion, and be stuck in this       horrible place
why do I act and why do I pretend
why do I not tell them ways I thought my life can end
why must they not see what I write
why can't they see how good the darkness is, and how bad the light
Why must I hide my dark mind
why must I be quiet and get left behind
why do I dream of hatred and death
why do I dream of taking a life and listening to its last breath
why is life made of feelings and emotion
Why is it like that, tears are a mixture of an evil potion
Why does the sun rise in the morning everyday
why can't it be darkness, but then what price would we pay
why must I make life dreary and dreadful
why am I lIke that?i guess because it makes life exiting and suspenseful
why am I so different from what i used to be
and why do I love I guess because it's me