Why do I feel so indifferent,
to the things all around me?
Why is it that I no longer care,
for those material possessions?
Why do I never cry in movies,
even with all the crap I see?
Why can I not find those hidden emotions.
to disprove their barbed misconceptions?

Why do they accuse me of black-heartedness,
when I have helped them time and again?
Why do they always ask for my guidance,
then turn their backs and forsake me?
Why am I always the mean, crabby one,
even before my heated words begin?
Why am I always the one left high and dry,
while all of the others are happy and free?

Why is it when they see my tears,
it is a time for jokes and jabs?
Why is it when I bear my bitter soul,
I am always so ruthlessly scorn?
Why is everyone so indifferent to my emotions,
when I keep theirs closely on tabs?
Why am I so foolish to stay close to them,
when my emotions and heart is always torn?

Wednesday, 26 May 2004
 
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