Why are most feelings suppressed more than they are repressed? Why do you
put on a fake smile when you know it doesn’t make you feel better? Why do
you disconnect yourself from your mind? What makes it better when things are
bad? What makes it worse when things are good? Who says you have to be what
they want? Can’t you be your own? Why do things seem okay when they are
wrong? Why do things seem wrong when they are okay? Why does your mind
wander constantly? Why haven’t you had the chance to think of just one thing
only? Why do you say things you don’t mean? Why don’t you say things you do
mean? Why will confusion over power you? Why can’t you understand most
things, but can understand fewer things, but not really comprehend what they
really are? Why do you think you’re right when you know you’re wrong? Why
will you continue to dissapoint yourself when you can’t stand it as it is?
Why is it easier to believe things that are not true, and why is it harder
to believe things that are true? Why can’t you take true critisism, but you
can take false compliments? Why do you enjoy your lies to make it better,
when infact it gets worse. Why does it seem so easy to realize the bad
things about others, but hard to realize things about yourself? Why is it so
interesting that you can think of all this, and still wonder why you even
wrote this in the first place?

-written by: Erin Porche 3-12-2002
 
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