What's Wrong With Me?
Why do I stare?
Why do I prefer books, rather than people?
Why do I care what you think?
Why do I hope they'll change?
Why do I think I'm better?
Why do I prefer to be alone?
Why do I wish I were gone?
Why do I wish pain onto others?
Why do I laugh at death?
Why do I deny happy thoughts?
Why do I want bad things to happen to good people?
Why do I want to be the only one?
Why do I hide from my friends?
Why do I create people, only to hurt them?
Why do I fear compassion?
Why do I speak so freely about suicide? About homicide?
Why do I desire to be crazy?
Why do I thirst for blood?
Why do I write such morbid poetry?