Why

Lights above my head speak
idiosyncracies of the mind
why
my heart beats within
a vessel of love
for others but not for myself
why
a spirit roars freedom
riping at the bars of the cage
why
tears trace my soul
not daring to escape
fleeing my eyes in moments of weakness
why
words pound at the back of my head
your compliments are my insults
your smile matches mine
while mine are a mask of the pain I truly feel
why
Looking deep within
Looking everywhere but within
to just find the answers
and all you can ever hope to find
are the words that bind
and the mind that asks the question
why