Why do i look so happy,
that people think I am living life to the fullest.
Why am I too lazy,
doing nothing but praising someone's success.
Why do I feel so demotivated,
and it's the stupidest feeling ever.
Why can't I live normally,
without people staring at me.
Why do I trust someone so quickly,
without knowing the persons' personalities.
Why are my thoughts too loud,
it's even louder than my voice when I'm all alone.
Why do I feel like dying,
when I know it's the wrong thing to do.
Why is it so hard to open up to my family,
as if they are like strangers to me.
Why do I feel like sleeping is the best solution,
when I rarely took naps when I was younger.
Why can't I cry,
as if all of my sorrows are no longer bothering me.
Why am I so selfish,
to think that I'm the only person that needs attention in this world.
Why do I feel so old,
when I'm just 17.
Why am I overthinking,
my brain decides to fuck my life once again.
