Questioning Myself

Why do I lie?

To protect my fragile mind

From those I do not trust

No doubt about it.

Why am I mad?

To protect my own ideas

To keep my way of thinking

And that's about it.

Sometimes I question all my life.

And sometimes I feel so full of strife.

I've had more than enough

I think I'm cracking up

Or am I just crazy?

I wouldn't doubt it.

Why am I sad?

I'm locked away in here

In my mind and my body

No safety in it.

Why do I cry?

I'm no longer alive

In my heart and my soul

I feel dead in it.

Sometimes I question all my life.

And sometimes I feel so full of strife.

I've had more than enough

I think I'm cracking up

Or am I just crazy?

I wouldn't doubt it.

What do I feel?

I'm confused by all of them

All the emotions are so much

I just roll with it.

And why do I dream?

Things are not what they seem

Through night and day and all those

Times between it.

Sometimes I question all my life.

And sometimes I feel so full of strife.

I've had more than enough

I think I'm cracking up

Or am I just crazy?

I wouldn't doubt it.