Why can I never tell you how I really feel? Will I always hide my anger and sadness behind a paper smile for fear of making you angry or sad?
Why do you never put me first? I constantly put your needs before mine, but will you ever do the same for me?
Why do you get upset with me over things that are beyond my control? If there's nothing I can do about it, why take it out on me?
Why can't you just tell me the truth when I ask you what's wrong? If I'm asking you that question, can't you see that I already know that something isn't right?
Why don't you worry about me the way I worry about you? Are you really just that laid back, or am I just not worth the effort?
Why do you only notice when I do something wrong? Do you assume it's because when I do something right, I did it by accident?
Why am I always the one to do the chasing? Couldn't you try contacting me first for a change?
Why am I so easily forgettable? Will I always be out of sight, out of mind?
Why am I always the last to know when something big happens? Am I just not important enough to be told?
Why is it okay for other people to screw up but not me? Am I supposed to be perfect and nobody bothered to tell me that?
Why did you allow me to get close to you if you were just going walk away? You know how many times that has happened to me before, so why would you willingly put me through that heartache again?
Why do you tell me you'll always be there for me when really you're only there when you want something from me?
Why can't you see how the slightest word or look effects me?
Why don't I believe it when you say you like me?
Why can't I believe it when you say you love me?
Why can't I tell you how lonely I am?