Why are the strongest emotions kept within?
Why can’t we show what we feel?
Can expression be so much of a sin,
When it’s the only way to heal?
Why must we create masks to hide behind?
Are our true selves so frightening?
Are we afraid that what we find
Might somehow be enlightening?
Do we enjoy endless pain?
Will we ever find another way?
Why do we always see the rain,
When behind it lies a sunny day?
Why are we made of flesh and bone?
Why do we always find ourselves alone?
"Why do we always find ourselves alone?"
good question. if anyone ever found out the answer, then i'd be sure glad to hear it. Great poem, asks some good questions...