I Question Why

I have been hurt when trying to be wise;

I've tried shutting the door, losing the key;

Tried to shift through or avoid the lies;

Time shows the only one I hurt is me. 

I'll laugh, I'll smile, I'll give them what they want;

Almost, I keep what only I can see;

The boys believe I only like to taunt;

But please know, this is how I used to be.

I'm a freak, I'm a coward, I'm a fool; 

I'm chased, I'm caught, I'll again run away;

But now I'm grounded, and I blame you;

I could stay here until I'm old and grey.

It's strange, I'll say it, you're still a stranger;

I don't know myself, as well, anymore;

I think that's good, no more feelings of danger;

A wish has become less of a folk lore.

I'm safe and sound, more beautiful too;

And these small things are a result of you.