he locks the door   shuts the light   looks like he's in for the night   he lies awake again drenched in sweat from his endless fright   he wonders why   he wonders why   is that a monster in the closet   shit should i get up and close it   why did mommy die?   what if i'm despised?   why can't i communicate?   do i act like that guy i hate?   am i a hipocrit?   do i even give a shit?   am i growing, am i shrinking?   should i be eyeing your thinking?   is that different than this?   am i too young for my first kiss?   he wonders why   he wonders why   he wants to cry so he start to cry   he drops to his knees   why should i cry   he wants to cry so he start to cry   he drops to his knees and looks to the sky and says   why why should i even try?    he looks in the mirror every night gazing eyes doubt the fright   wondering what to believe   not realizing the security in being naive