A Stranger In The Mirror

Why is it that my silence,
Screams a scream only I can hear?
My voice a distant memory,
Still shouting in my ear.
Why is it that i speak,
In thoughts and to myself alone?
Why is it that I find,
Chaos in my every home?
Why is it that the nature,
Of life does but demand,
I recognise my insignificance;
In the rain I learn to dance?
Why is it eyes still haunt me,
As if their day has passed?
I forget the blessing of the present,
And live in a tortured past.
Why is it when I smile,
I remember those who cry?
Then why is it when I shed a tear,
I act like I'm surprised..?