Feeling of Angst

I am here, Can you hear me; You over there. Why the blindness Why am I crippled; Why the deafness? Show me optimism, From a place of make-believe; For I live n pessimism. Why the abnormal, The unfamiliar hearts; Am I normal? Why does darkness change to light, The silence explodes to vibrating sound; Why all this spite|? If a man doesn’t hear his deaf, If a woman loses her leg she’s a cripple; So if you cook are you a chef? I cannot see I am blind, She cannot speak she is mute; He is evil he’s not kind. We, humans, are ignorant, We don’t listen to the truth; Faith we recant. The arms fit the make of the law, Blind zealots in abundance; For suicide bombers, they damn it all. Hearts filled with sadness, Corruption and abhorrence; Jealousy and bloody madness. I am still here, Can you hear me bastards; es are you there?