Why?

Why do I always dread coming home?
Why at night do I always cry?
Maybe because it seems like I'm all alone,
I always want to find reasons to hide.

Why is it that I am so afraid?
Why is that image in my mirror?
Maybe because my eyes are behind a dark shade,
I wish my image could get somewhat clearer.

Why can't I ever make a right decision?
Why is every one I know happier than me?
I can't see anything through my blind vision,
I wish that someday I would finally be able to see.

Why must they look at me that way?
Why must they judge someone they don't even know?
Everyone seems to be pushing me away,
sometimes I feel like I have a reason to go.

Why are there so many thoughts in my head?
Why, sometimes, do I act so dumb?
I'm balancing on a very thin thread,
stopping right in the middle feeling numb.

Why do I hate who I am?
Why do I hate all the things I do?
I hide inside a shell, somewhat like a clam,
I am so quiet, my lips are sealed with glue.

Why don't I know right from wrong?
Why is there constantly tears in my eyes?
Why can't we all get along?
Why can no one hear my cries?