Today, I realized

There's a heart that must be free to fly
That burns with a need to know the reason why
Why must we all conceal
What we think
How we feel
Must there be a secret inside of me
I'm forced to hide?

Why do we always register a wake-up call only when we realize we're so close to meeting the end or meeting a tragedy.

We have been killing the Earth for decades now, and why is it only now most of us have truly understood the seriousness that the Earth is dying? In a rush of panic, so many campaigns and activities have been implemented in a bid to save it.

Why is it that people now only become socially aware of child pornography and that it is scarily widespread and is a profitable business that involves exploiting children! I have utter digust for these people who wants to make money by exploiting children. Aren't they children once themselves? Don't they have kids?! I rather them not have kids. What if they exploit their own children for personal profit?! Disgusting.

Why is it when you've had enough you realized that you've been weighing everything down, and letting go was a liberation, a relief.

Why is what you thought you were isn't what other people think. And this stark realization hit hard.

Why is it sometimes things don't get recognized for their efforts.

Why is it after I have fallen I realized it hurt so much and the wounds sting with every step. Why is it we don't see what's going to come and see the consequences.

Why is it that we only realize we're conforming to the social stigma only when we've become just like everyone else.