Why is it so...

Every time a door opens,
The rest all seem to close,
Every time a problems solved
An even bigger one grows.
Every time a scar fades
A new one takes it’s place,
Every time my tears run dry
A new lot falls across my face.
Every time I find happiness,
Sadness seems to appear,
and every time I feel brave
I get taken away by fear.

Why is it so hard for me to smile,
But so easy to cry?
Why is it so easy to fall ,
Yet so difficult to touch the sky?

Why is it so easy to fell hatred,
And impossible to forget,
so difficult to forgive yourself,

but so easy to live in regret?