And the moon will sooth your soul...

[honeypot]

So I have been thinking,
Who are you?
Where did you come from?
What are you doing here?
Did I meet you in a past life?
Why am I lucky enough to know you?
Are you sure you want to know me?
I know we have known each other for a long time, we just never met.
Where have you been for so long?
You make me happy, you make me feel needed in a cruel world.
Why are you so good?
Why do you like everything I do?
Why are you so perfect, yet so unattainable?
Why are you so judged by people?
Why is everyone judged for who they are?
Why do people conform to others?
I hate the feeling, the feeling of control.
I hate how responsible I have to be, and how I have to make decisions.
I hate how everything is going, and how I can't take control.
I hate,
I hate too much.
I'm not a hater,
Or I never thought I was.
Why...
Why...
Why...?