1. 1993
By Shanon Quinn
Why is it, when I’m alone
I have so much to say,
And why is it, the friends I love
Have upped and run away?
Please tell me why I’m so afraid
When I wish I had no fear,
Explain to me why I must stay
When I wish I weren’t here…
Why is it that no one cares
To know my feelings anymore,
Why is my seeming last escape
My own closet door?
Could you tell me why I feel so lost
When I’m in familiar rooms?
And why the pretty rosebuds
Often die before they bloom?
Tell me why lost lives so distant
Feel so near to me,
And also why the desert
Seems so much like the sea.
Do tell me why your Heaven
Is crueler than my Hell,
And why I don’t want to talk to you
Though I have so much to tell…
And while you’re thinking, tell me
Why my heart feels made of stone,
And also why
I cannot cry
When I am all alone.