Why is it that when an evil man performs a good deed, he is not considered good
But when a good man indulges in evil temptation, he is now considered evil himself?
Why is it that when a child acts like an adult, he is not treated as one
But when an adult acts like a child,
he is now talked about as one?
Why is it that when an atheist hopes his beliefs are wrong; that there is a god, he is not considered religious
But when a religious man questions his beliefs, everything he says is blasphemous?
Why is it that when a ***** denies *** once, her title isn't removed
But when a ****** has *** with only one man, she is now forever known as a *****?
Why is it that when she fights for him, she's crazy and desperate
But when he fights for her, it's romantic and mature?
And why is it
That we must put everything into categories
Why can't I be me
And you be you
And that's all.
The world would be so much simpler
If we weren't organized

Well this is new
Now I leave bruises too?
On my legs, soon forming
I'll see them in the early morning

Right besides my deep new lines
Made with every fake "I'm fine"
The scars are proof that I'm alive
Oh look, there's another five

Why do I start to lash out and hit
At my own body and have a fit
When did this new self destruction start
When did my body decide to take part

I hit myself when I'm stressed
With the bottom of my palm I regress
I cave back into my shell
My life, each day, a living Hell

Why I hit myself, I don't know
I'm waiting for a sign to show
Why I leave bruises blindly
Daily and nightly