Why are the nights so unbearable? Is it the isolation and loneliness? Is it the lack of distraction? Why can I smile in the face of others and continue my tasks like a "normal" person during the day but when the night comes I can't pretend any more? Why do they think I'm so happy, confident and above all an utter joy when all I can feel is anguish and self torture? Why can I hide my scars so well from others yet I cannot blind myself to them? Why after all the help I've been given, can they only see the successful me I portray in the hours of light and despite them believing they know me so well, why can they not strip away my mask? Why can they not answer me when I finally tell them the truth? Why do the words I speak from my heart cause them to question their own beliefs? Why are there so many questions not a single person can answer? Just why?