Why Do We Do What We Do Poem by Erik Gillette

It’s true
It hurts a lot
But it’s what seems to help when we feel blue
And yet we all know it only thickens the plot

The red river runs down the valley only to be spilled
In order to preserve what we can
And because the terrible feelings we have must be killed
Yet it never seems to go according to plan

It releases us from bonds of oppression
Enlightens our mind to our trouble
Or actually it just furthers our depression
As we see our problems double

With all these pains still locked away
Why do we do what we do?
It’s not to get rid of them because they always seem to stay
So to be honest, I have absolutely no clue.