Why? — Summary

Every time I look into your eyes I see a kind, broken heart I see a shadow of the person you used to be before the world turned dark

When I hear the stories about you I realized that you died a little inside I know you've been stomped and hurt but I hope you can see the sun again

They say you are loud but I know the silence is killing you you are loud because you're afraid that the sad and loneliness will start speaking

You lost your touch you say you are failing but I personally think you're just too hurt to keep pushing

You look at every detail because you want to be perfect but in my eyes you are nothing but perfection in the form of a human

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Dominic Black's "Why?" is addressed to someone who has been badly hurt, and the speaker is trying to reach them with kindness. The speaker looks past what other people say and sees a "kind, broken heart" and a faint shadow of who this person used to be. Even the stories the speaker has heard only confirm that something inside has been damaged.

The middle of the poem is its sharpest idea: people call this person loud, but the speaker suspects the noise is a shield. If the volume drops, the sadness and loneliness might finally have a voice. The person also feels they are failing and obsessing over details, yet the speaker reads this as exhaustion from pain, not weakness or lack of talent.

The mood is tender, protective and hopeful. The speaker never lectures, only offers reassurance, and the closing lines turn the person's perfectionism around by calling them perfection itself. The poem ends as a gentle act of support.

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