Why can't I write
Of good times?

Why can't I be
A normal human being?

Why can't I smile
For once and mean it?

Why can't I have a hope
And believe it?

Why am I cursed
To be this way?

Why do I suffer,
Always feel ashamed?

Why do I write my pain
Upon my skin?

Why can't I let happiness
Enter in?

Sometimes I fear
I will never find peace

Sometimes I cry
In search for a life
That is so much better
Than the one I try
Why must I believe
In such a foolish lie?