Some people ask why,
And how can she be so,
Open,
She can say,
It helps her get through each new day,
Why does she write things down?
It helps when she feels sad,
Or,
When she has something happy to say,
Maybe its random things,
But who really knows,
Why,
She hurts inside,
She wants people to see her,
And not what’s on the outside,
All she wants is to be herself,
Maybe people stop and think,
She don’t know why,
She thinks its beautiful,
What she writes down,
She should have started writing a long time ago,
So much has happen to her,
But yet she is so young,
Some people love it or like it,
Or,
Don’t like it at all,
Really its all ok with her,
Its all beautiful to her,
So maybe that’s why,
And she don’t know why.
2007
misty yanish
Confusing; but true.