Why do you weep only in the solitude of night?
Why do you recoil from touch?
Why do you cherish each wound as a keepsake?
Why do you serve each scar as a slave?
Why do you fight friend but not foe?
Why do you speak only to those who do not wish to hear your words?
Why do you wander so far from what leads you?
Why do you keep close only those who wish you dead?
Why do you never rise after the fall?