I wonder why I feel so dumb and clumsy? Why do I feel so pathetic and ugly? Will I ever be happy again? Or will it continue to rain? Shall I stay in the dark? Do I have another hurtful mark? Will my heart ever stop to cry? Or will it continue till I die? Why can't I fall asleep at night? Did I fall from a greater height? Will I ever get back to where I was? Will this dark cloud ever pass? I guess I just need to wait for the rainbow to come out... Because that's what it is all about... We all need rain to live... We all need to learn how to give...
In the second sentence, I actually did NOT write what I felt. It just had to rhyme.