how come?

How come I can't just be honest? How come I have to work at a stupid job to make money when food grows on the trees? How come people who call themselves Christians support murder, war and a culture of greed? How come I don't have the time to live my life and do art?

How come so many people are ashamed of their bodies? How come so many people hurt their bodies with bad food and anger?

How come I ask these questions and other people don't.

How come I have to talk to you with printed words, and we have lost the scent and the faces of one another?

Good night,
Lilly