Why is it that what people know about you they hurt you, why is it that what they don't know won't hurt them, and what they know will hurt you? Why do we want to kill each other? Why is it that if I lie about something people are happy, and if I tell them they get confused? Why can't people accept me for what I'm. Why do people want to destroy me, why do they drive me to destroy myself, why can't they belive me, why are you all killing me?