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/
Copyright © Bo Vigoren | Year Posted 2016
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