Questions not asked

What she’s living is a lie.
She thinks she’s perfect, but when alone,
All she wants to do is cry.
She’s got all she wants, but then,
Why do tears come at night?
Her perfect parents, perfect friends,
Perfect lifestyle- a great sight!
She longs and yearns for something,
But doesn’t know what it is.
She reaches out for it,
Knowing she would never find bliss.
Everyone searches, searches to find,
Answers to questions not asked.
And when those answers we find,
Those questions we hope were left not asked.