If I sat still,
and didn't talk,
still as a stone,
time wouldn't stand still.
If I sat still,
and didn't talk,
would I still have to pretend?
Pretend I'm happy?
If I sat still,
and didn't talk,
would the words you're going to tell me,
affect me as much?
If I sat real still,
and didn't talk,
would you not hurt me,
if I wouldn't respond back?
If I sat REAL still,
and didn't talk,
would you still love me?
And not break up?
Don't yell
don't shout
for I don't see,
how that answers me.
All I asked was "why?"
is the sky blue?
is the grass green?
Why do mourning doves cry?
Why are we even bothering?
For I don't know.
I don't know,
though it seems I never do.
But the real question here is:
"Why do you make me cry?"
