Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Poetry doesn't have to rhyme
It doesn't even have to be in time

Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
People don't have to like you
Even if you like them too

Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
The question isn't asking who
It's asking chew

But...
Why?
Why?
Why?
**Why?

Don' be scared
Of using those words
In your head
*You're the only one in there

I don't want to act
Like I overreact
But how can I
When I'm dwelling on it
For too long?

So you want to speak music,
You, the bulky headphones freak.

So you want to act dramatic,
You, the shy impish freak.

So you want to be all punk,
You, the neon pink adorned freak.

So you want to be the freak,
You, the coward of the class?

My heart aches
For the May that never came
The prettiest month
The prettiest name
Oh, whoever heard of the friend I've never met
But always miss
It's a strange old thing,
But by far the most true.
I love you, May,
In the friendliest of ways.