Why does the sun rise in the East,
And always fall in the West?
Why do I always do the wrong things,
When my parents swear they know what's for the best?

Why do races and sexes
Play such a major part?
Why does happiness
Always end with a broken heart?

Why does the rain
Fall from the clouds in the sky?
Why are teenagers looked down on
No matter how hard we try?

The more I sit in silence,
The more questions come to mind.
Why do we look for an ever-lasting love,
For in the end we have wasted our time?

Why does death come too soon,
And life seem to slow?
Why do we do things
When we are told no?

If someone could answer my questions,
What would they say?
I'll never know
Because life was meant to be this way.