I have questions.

So many questions.

Why do I live?

Is there a purpose?

Where is home?

I have questions.

So many questions.

I ask these questions,

But I get no straight answers.

You live for a purpose.

You have a purpose.

Home is where you live.

I know these answers aren't true.

For I know,

I live for a purpose,

My purpose is my choice,

Home is where my heart is.

I have questions.

So many questions.

What are tears?

Where is my heart?

Why do I see?

I ask these questions,

But I get no straight answers.

Tears are water.

Your heart is in your chest.

You see because you have eyes.

I know these answers aren't true.

For I know,

Tears are what make you human.

Your heart is where you want it.

I have questions,

But I have answers to my questions.

I have answers to my questions.

I will always have questions,

But I will always have an answer.

Always.

(A/N I'm taking down the individual poems and putting them here.)