There’s a reason why I close my door,
There’s a reason for my tears.
There’s a reason why I shut you out,
There’s a reason for my fears.
You know I hate to shut my door,
You know I hate to cry.
You realise that I shut you out,
Your questions: why, why, why?
Well, here is why I shut the door,
Here is why I cry,
Here is why I’m isolated,
Here is why I lie.
You are who you want to be,
You never have to try.
You never have to question things,
You never have to lie.
You never have to choose,
Between what’s easy and what’s right.
You never have to change your life
You never have to fight.
I never get the opportunities,
To have a life like yours.
To have the perfect friendship groups,
To have the perfect pores.
My life is all one great big lie,
People tell me that it’s okay.
But really they’re spectators,
Of a game I’m forced to play.
A game where children have to go,
If they’re different, if they’re strange
A place where children have to go
A place they’re forced to change.
But what if they don’t want to change?
What if they’re all fine?
What if those who should amend,
Are just whiling away the time?
I guess that what I’m trying to say,
Is that the reason why I cry,
Has nothing to do with who I am,
Or the fact you try to spy.
The reason that I shut my door,
Is not one particular thing,
Rather lots of things over lots of time
Things that daily living brings.
So I don’t cry because I’m upset,
And it’s not because I’m mad.
It’s just because I’m sick and tired
Of how our world is bad.
Our world is bad in many ways,
People point and judge.
But if you’re as clever as you seem to be,
You’ll know not to hold a grudge.
Because if you hold a grudge like I,
Against the entirety of the Earth
That Earth will soon prove to you
That beastliness is bestowed at birth.
I hope you understand now
Why I cry sometimes.
Our world is full of horrid people
During extremely horrid times.
