What I See

Why do you have the life
Why not me
Why am I full of so much anger
So much pain, so much hate

Why do I dream to be happy one more time
Why do I want to fall heavy with sleep
And never wake up
Why do I view the world
So differently than you

It's not that I hate so much
It's not that I cry a mournful sorrow
It's not that I misunderstand
It's that I see what you don't