Why?

Why does the world seem so different to me?

Why does everyone seem so happy?

Why do I fell like the world is turning and leaving me behind?

Why do I feel like I don't fit in anywhere?

Why does everyone treat me like I don't fit in?

Why do I feel grief deep within me?

Why can I never escape the burning of death and misery that trail after me?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why do you feel so alone?

Why do you not see the sunrise, stealing away the breath of the darkness?

Why do you not focus on the beauty before you?

Why can you only see darkness, and not light?

Why do you close your eyes when perfection sits right before you?

Why do you not show the world who you truly are and forget what they try and tell you about yourself?

Why can you not see that you are clinging to grief and mourning?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Brianna Booth, 14 years.

Author's Note

Try and absorb the words, and feel it as though you are asking the first questions and someone else is asking the second lot.