Why? Poem by Shelly 945

Why do we do things we don't want to do
Why do we say things we don't want to say
Why do we think things we don't want to think
Why do we remember things we want to erase
Why do we love if we don't know it's real
Why do we breathe, when theres those who just died
Why do we hurt the people we love
Why do we walk away when times get hard
Why do we make mistakes when we know what's right
Why do we fear things that don't exist
Why do we make promises that we can't keep
Why do we ask if we don't want to hear
Why do we lie when we know the truth
Why do we live, if everything comes to an end?