Why? Part I

Always need a reason,
Always need to know,
Always ask you why you do,
Or do not want to go.
But sometimes what they're looking for,
You do not have to give,
But still they aks you more and more,
Until it seems they want to know why you live.
Deep inside, I sometimes wonder,
What these answers are,
But these are private questions;
It would seem they've gone too far.
What are you supposed to tell them,
When the answers you don't know,
When they aks and ask you, on and on,
Until you simply wish they'd go?

Peace,
Justin