why do I say I'm fine?
when it's obvious I'm not.
why's it so hard to tell you what I want?
why can't you just read my mind?
why do I fear that the quieter I am the less you will listen?
why do I care whether you like me or not?
why is it so hard for me to be angry?
why is it such work to stay conscious and so easy to get stuck?
and not the other way around?
c'est la vie. i'm done.