How can you expect me to be happy
When I'm living this life?
It's not like I get to live your life,
So perfect and painless,
unlike mine.
I feel pain a million times more,
The worst for you is that you snore.
While you are sitting with no worries,
I am constantly worrying about something more.
You don't know what true pain is,
While it is practically apart of me.
The emptiness I feel inside is something you have never known.
You are afraid of the dark,
I am afraid I am too weak, that I won't survive, or am hurting someone close.
What you fear is nothing compared to what I do.
You are loved by all,
I am hated by most.
You are always so happy but look at your life,
It's a million times better then mine will ever be.
So how can you expect me to be happy when i don't live your life,
Don't have it as easy,
Don't get to go through life without feeling these feelings,
That you have never had to experience.
