Questions.

Why do I have a name that does not speak to me?

Why do I have a Friend who might not meet with me?

Why do I have these hands that do not help

These people that injuriously but furiously have no reason to be

Living? But they are, and that's what's confusing me

Why do I have a talent that does not please

My parents and friends who say I'm too in sync

With every single thought that runs through my mind?

Why do I know these people that make fun of my poetry?

And say that I'm writing a love letter to the girl of my dreams?

When that is not true, because I do not sleep

So how the hell would a girl be in my dreams?

Why do people say I'm quiet when I'm actually noisy?

"Jed, you're so calm," but I listen to these voices

That influence my reflex mechanism and my responses?

The same voices that taught me how to make choices?

Why do I have this condition

That doctors call "clinical depression"?

Dad says it's spiritual

But I beg to differ

Because if my depression is spiritual

Does that make me an unbeliever?

Why does this poem sound so familiar?

I feel like I'm questioning myself

Trying to sound like a preacher?

But I'm not worthy to preach

I guess it's quite obvious

But if you happened to believe I was

Does that make you oblivious?