I Don't Understand

I don't understand why I fight, why I try to break down these walls around me and climb over to the other side. I don't understand why I care, why I even put in an effort. I don't understand why I feel, when those feelings just get pushed aside. I don't understand why I hurt, even with these bandages wrapped around my wounds. I don't understand why I run, when I could just stand there and be brave. I don't understand why I walk, toward the ones who seem to hurt me the most. I don't understand why, why I do some of these things. It seems life is made up with many mysteries, some which may never be solved within a lifetime.