To happen without being,
To be without seeing,
To breathe without you knowing,
What I've done.

Why do I do it?
Why should I do it?
The answers I don't find,
As I'm up so late at night.

I feel so different.
This isn't the real me.
We know why,
But they sure do not.

It is such a bliss.
It is such a wonder.
Will it ever change?
Will I always be the same?

Why do I do it?
Why do I prove it?
I should just move it.
It doesn't belong here.

***** this weird way.
The answers are astray.
I don't know where they are,
But here is way too far.