Why?

Why can't the entire macrocosm as we know of it be devoured by a gargantuan black hole?

Why can't I eat everyone I love dearly so that they are always within me and never leave?

Why the entire mountain of my molecules go in a tizzy of Brownian motion when I don't understand others?

Why it is not my business to take care of my loved ones who are distraught but are too proud to ask for help?

Why cannot I make peace with the fact that my mind is handicapped when it comes to dealing with authority?

Why is my vision bleak when it comes to my rebellion? 

Why am I not good enough for the ones who I really want to like me and why does it matter so much?

Why can't I love a flake of skin on myself with the smallest fraction of intensity I shower upon my obsessions?

Why am I blinded by my false notions of being important to anyone?