Why?

Why is it
That I hurt another, when my deepest desire is for healing?
That I sorrow, when I long for joy?
That I smile, though I feel like weeping?
Why?

Contrary Mary is my name.

Why is it
That when I am young, I wish to be older
That when I have enough, I long for more?
That when I have achieved my goal, it becomes meaningless?
Why?

Contrary Mary is my name.

To deny my nature would be to contradict my own self.
To admit to faults and failings weakens them, takes away their power.
To bring into the light negates the darkness, lessens significance.

I do not have to give in to my nature.
I do not have to submit to strength.
I do not have to live up to my name.

I do not have to.
Yet I know I will.
Why?