why do we do the things we do,
why do we make fun of others just to feel better about ourselves all it does is make someone else feel bad you shouldn't hurt someone else's feelings just to feel better abt yourself.
why do people continue to lie lie lie in the end the truth comes out you can cheat on someone, break something, or even talk shit about your friend behind their back, but they will always find out.
why is it sometimes we feel trapped when we're not it feels as if we're suffocating in a small room when we aren't,
why does it feel as if the walls are slowly closing in on us when we are upset,
why is it when I look at you and smile you glare and frown upon me before looking away.
why are things the way they are.
© Teddy