Tell me why.

Tell me why.

Why I need to scream or shout,
Why I'd ever need to cry,
Why this tension runs through me,
making it hard to lie asleep,
Tell me why I should really care,
If others come or others go,
Tell me what the point of that is,
and why society acts this way.

Normality? It's something I see,
I can hear it and sense it,
Sometimes even taste it,
But my feeling sense is out of whack,
Too high or too low, never quite right.

It's why I sit and type like this,
Thoughts I can't express racing through my head,
It's why I tremble on my own,
Not through fear but something else.

I can't describe it, I can't even try it,
I can't show others how it is.

Tell me why I even care,
I'm losing touch with that as well,
I walk, or sing, or speak or write,
And none of it makes any sense.

Tell me why.

Tell me why I feel this way,
I can't describe it, can't explain it,
I wanna scream, but I cant do that,
Society doesn't like that way.

So I smile, I laugh, I play the fool,
What else can I do within these times,
I'm trying hard to make sense of this,
But all I get is a source of dreams.