Why do people laugh
When they see you cry?
Why are they pulling you down
When you really have to try?
Why do people give advice
When they meant to hurt?
Why did they pretend to care
When all they want isn’t fair?
Why do people scream
When they hear your name?
Why are they overwhelmed
When they learn you’re broke?
Why are they so afraid
To see you on your throne?
Why are they frightened
When you have shone?
Why are they like that on you?
Please tell me why.
Why are they seem so glad,
When it’s nothing you had.
Why am I asking you
When all I see is myself?
Why am I asking you
When the mirror sparks through its shelf?
Why is it so hard for me
To see these all?
Why can’t I act freely
Though they couldn’t make me fall?
