Through my life I've wondered many things

Why will I never be satisfied?

Why does my mind always seem to be preoccupied?

I've learned to ignore the questions

To ignore the pleading of the meaning behind my pain

The reason for the tears that crawl down my face

Why must I be forced to act pleased with a life such as mine?

Why do I always tend to blame myself for every problem that occurs?

It's hard to push away the thoughts of 'why'

When they consume every single part of my mind

Why am I becoming numb to all emotions?

Why do I allow myself to be used and to be a pushover?

Those who insult me I can't even muster up anger against

Because I feel the same exact way about myself

Why do I allow myself to ponder over these hurtful truths?

Why must I torment myself by talking about how much I hate myself?

So many times I have tried not to cry

So that I can appear strong and stay that way

But the ones that are truly weak

Are the ones devoid of human emotions

I've tried to stop the emotions to the point that I've become this

An abyss of emptiness

I'm beginning to realize that maybe nobody's truly happy

Maybe we've all just become very talented at masking our sadness

Why have we allowed our hurt to become this drastic?

Why have we continued to let the pain control us?

For years I have always thought of the 'why'

But never cared to look at the 'because'

The answers have always surrounded me

But I've been blinded by the questions

To not look for the answers

The 'because' is that this is worth it

The hurt and the suffering

All of it

Is worth our reward that lies at the end of this