Why is a raven like a writing desk?
Why is it when you walk down the street
you feel like everyone is looking at you?
Why is it that no matter what there
are always bullys in your life?
Why is it that there isnt one decent person you
know who doesnt talk behind your back?
Why are the only friends you really have
are your family, and sometimes even they're no help?
Why am I such a worried
person?
Why is it that I'm so afraid of what people think?
Why is it that I stay
awake at night crying because I miss my dad, but hate him at the same time? Why
is it that my mother never understands me?
By Kinshasa An'Mai
