Somethings don’t make sense,
Somethings are not meant to be questioned,
Somethings don’t have answers,
For a wondering mind like hers, that’s not good enough.
At times you shouldn’t question things,
At times you should learn to accept things as they are,
At times you just have to follow the rules,
For her unique soul, that doesn’t give her peace.
Why is the sky blue?
why are beings the way they are?
why are we all painted with the same paintbrush expected to be the same?
Why, why, why are mysteries she seeks to solve as she stares at her being reflected at the edge of the bathroom sink…
Her Mind, Her Story 