What is it? What causes it?

What is it that makes you trust a stranger

and makes you turn from a trusted friend?

What is it that makes you go into the dark unknown

When the greener pasture was where you had your home?

What is it that makes you stand, surrounded by so many,

And yet find yourself wanting to scream out in loneliness?

What is it? What causes it?

Do you know?

What is it that has silence as your preferred companion

When it is the quiet that you hate the most?

What is it that pulls you to anger

When all you long for is understanding?

What is it that makes you cry alone in desperation

And yet greet the world with a smile?

What is it? What causes it?

Could you tell me?

What is it that encourages me to stay

When all I want to do is leave?

What is it that binds my tongue

When all I want to do is tell you that I've come undone?

What is it that hides me

When all I want is for you to find me?

What is it? What causes it?

Could you help me?