Why must I have this constant pain?
Each day is a struggle.
Why do I feel lonely even when surrounded by friends?
No one will discover my charade as I hide behind my mask.
Why do you cut me with your words?
Sharp as a whip the scar is deep.
Why can't I accept a kind word for me,
not the feeling of insecurity?
As I sit here with tears in my eyes,
these are some of the thoughts that run through my head.