Why?

Why do fairytales end happily?
When we know it will never happen
Why do we pretend something we are not?
Is it to get friends?
Why do we want to be thin?
So we can prove we go to the gym.
Or to show off your figure as you know all the "larger" girls will stare and hate you for it?
Why do we fight?
Is it because we know we are wrong?
Why do we lie?
Is it to save someone?
Or..
Is it to just get out of trouble?
Why do we listen to the wind blowing?
Is it to escape the terrible times ahead of us?
Why do we want to be loved?
To know you are loved and cared for?
Why do we boast?
To show we have more money and more stuff then those less fortunate?
Why do we even try to be better?
Is it for fame?
Why can’t we all accept ourselves and others for who they are?
Is it coz were ashamed of being seen with someone who does there own thing?
Why. Oh why. Do we bother?