Sight

There's pain in these eyes, cause I dont know what's right/ and try as I might, I can't fix my sight/ There's hope in my head, But hurt in my chest/ The Air in my lungs, Could pierce any vest/   Am I entitled to happiness/ Or do I owe it to the rest?/ I want to shun my selfish needs/ But would that take from what makes me?/ Are these things even worth asking? When do you decide, that it's too much/ When it always feels like never enough?/ How do you know you're in the wrong/ And not just making yourself strong?/ Do i fight for happiness, Or do I need to love this mess?/ I want to shun my selfish needs, But would that take from what makes me?/ Are these things even worth asking? How does anyone know, what is really right/ When it's always different in another's eyes?/ How does anyone Know, what feelings are wrong/ When we fear our own, No matter how strong/