What's the point

What's the point of many things-
wear your heart on your sleeve
like a fool-
a jester in a royal court
made to laugh at
when you're all alone at night
what's the point
of singing songs
when the words don't match the tune
flat is the melody
there is no soul
what's the point
when you've given your all
and still it's not enough
the pain still lingers
you reach to grasp
what was never there in the first place
what's the point
of walking through
a park where children play
when you're too big for the jungle gym
and you don't fit in the swing anymore
what's the point
of splashing in the water
when all you get is stares
from the geriatrics doing their water aerobics
the swim teachers helping
kids float
what's the point
when you can't say what you want-
need to say
afraid to offend,
to hurt,
to out the proverbial foot in your mouth
what's the point...