The drama teacher made me cry,
Why does it affect me so?

My friend pretends to want to die,
Why do I care?

No one understands,
Why does it affect me so?

I hardly draw enough attention,
Why do I care?

Why do I act the way that I do?
What makes me tick?
What can I do?

Someone please come to me,
Open the door, find the keys.
Someone please tell me,
Who am I?

Think you?re confused,
I?m even more so.

Think you understand,
Tell me so that I can.

With others, and yet alone
I seek to find myself.
Why do I act the way that I do?
Why do I feel at all?

It?s a never-ending quest:
Trying to understand, to see.
So lonely does it seem,
With only these thoughts in my head.

Should I try to live more,
With a heart of stone?
Plunder others who get in the way?

Should I always do as I?m told?
Be easily let astray?

In the quiet do these questions come to me,
Telling to look deeper: to seek.
They seem to cause only strife and grief,
And yet they?ve helped me beyond everything.

I?m bettering myself,
I?m learning to reach.
And perhaps someday,
I?ll find the keys.