why don’t we ask for help when we need it?
why are we so prideful?
why do we wipe our faces so hastily at the first sign of tears?
what’s to be embarrassed about?
why don’t we mean what we say & why do we keep quiet when all we want is to speak the truth?
why is the world we live in one of feigned happiness, of hidden truths & buried worries?
wouldn’t it be easier to let everything ugly see the light of day?
speak openly of sadness & misery?
what’s life if you take out all the bad parts & leave the good stuff?
doesn’t the world always say you can’t have the good without the bad?
why are we all hypocrites?