Tuesday, March 18th, 2003
How?
How can I spend two hours getting ready, when I know no one will notice?
How can I know that people love me, yet I still feel unloved?
How can I know that my life is going great and still feel empty?
How can I be hungry and not feel like food?
How can I believe I’m pretty, when every other girl looks better than me?
How come I want to run, but my feet are glued to the floor?
How can I get up early and still be late?
How can I read a book and not recall a word of it?
How can I look at a picture and see right through it to the wall?
How can I want a hug so bad, but not ask for one?
How can I hate the clouds, when they provide the rain?
How can I hate the sun, when it provides me with heat?
How come I used the word “hate”, when I do not mean it?
How can I say one thing, and mean another?
How can my mind be blank, and my head so full?
How can I be brave, when all I feel is scared?
How can I say everything’s ok, when it obviously is not?
How can I smile, when all I want to do is cry?