What is going on in here,
Why are my problems all but clear?
What is going on inside,
Why all the lies I’ve lied.

I want to be alone, inside myself,
But it wont happen, live in pelf.
Why do I have to force me to be,
Social and acceptable, see?

Why does it even matter now?
What triggered this and how?
Is it the suicide attempt,
Or because my life’s unkempt?

Why is it I want no help now?
Why do my friends have a cow?
I’m constantly changing anyway,
Maybe they’ll realize that someday.
1989