Why do I feel the need to wing life alone? Why do I set myself up for love that is unknown? Why do I question the ones who show they care? Why do I tolerate the silence that I've always endeared? Why do I feel so deeply, only to be ignored completely? I say what's on my mind, but only thoughts one at a time, because I know unloading it all, would only cause me to collapse and fall. So why do I still believe that I can let it out, why do I set myself up for disappointment, worry, and doubt? That the ones I hold dear, or the ones I dream of, will turn away in fear, or perhaps become fed up, with the antics that make up who I am. Why is that? Why do I do that, and let myself feel that? Why can't I let it go, and stop feeling so alone?