Why?

Why?
The question I ask myself, why?
Why should I feel different, why do I feel different
I can’t be naive anymore it’s the unfortunate repercussions of out dated ideologies.
I feel like I don’t fit the criteria needed for me to be with you and to be accepted by my Pastel de nata’s people.

I need to be on of them to be with her. I need to be something that i am not, i need to be different
I can’t be myself that’s not nearly enough
Enough is being not myself, enough is not being a darker light, I have to be lighter or else the baker won’t accept me. You are my light but i don’t have the authority of switching you on everyday for as long as my lifetime
You want to light me up but the fuse box is preventing you from doing so
Why can’t i have ur light?
Why is the fuse box In the way?
i beat myself up from asking “why?”, but it won’t solve anything
My goal is to be your light. but you can’t receive my glow.
 Last night your light was dimmed from my imagination
Water was leaking from my body because i knew that you can’t be my light no more.
Eye was sore, i am sore, i will be sore
Your light can’t lead my dark path.
My light can’t light up your bright path.
The fuse box say they want the best for you
But the “best” is not always the best.
They aren’t lit up.

But I know it’s not you my light, you don’t want to. but they are forcing you to be switched off so that you can’t shine us
It’s them
But i still
Question
Why
Let us run away
But your baker won’t provide you with food.
I’m crazy, I know
But you keep me sane
My light will for ever be there for You.
If you need my light just say.  
I need to find a new globe.
But I’ll figure that out in darkness.