Why do you keep your heart so empty?
Why don't you allow some happiness in?
Your smile and your laugh are beautiful
but underneath there's so much pain.
Why is it that the good people
are struck down to live in agony?
Why can't we let ourselves admit to
the greatness everyone else sees in us?
Why do we allow our pain to fester
in open wounds that could easily
be healed if we dealt with it?
But how do we deal with it alone?
I only ask these questions out of curiosity,
Or maybe to find someone who knows
the solution to sadness and anger and hate
But I've looked far and wide
only to find a world full of fools
who leave all the pain to us.
- Ashleigh Donaldson
