Why did I run from the people I love?
Why did I expect them to understand the unspoken words?
Why didn't I cry when I knew they'd soothe me?
Why didn't I let go of myself when they hugged me tight?
Why was it that my pain always took the form of rage?
And my unspoken sweet words acted as knives piercing their veins?
Why did I tell the unforgiveable truth instead of telling the divine lie?
Why did I make such mistakes
And why don't I realise?
Why is it that they still stand next to me and say
"We'll always be by your side"?