Theirs vs Mine

I stay focused on the pain and hatred inside my own

that I overlook that a lot have the same tone

actually a higher pitch,

more bass, more UGHF

a sadder face—

People are crying, drowning, dying,

and left with so much pain

and I be feeling like that’s my sort of pain

but I would know,

those pain ain’t the same

See to them, I have it great

but to me I don’t see the same

even though theirs is bigger then mines

I can’t discuss what I feel inside

although I try, what’s inside is not shy

it doesn’t leave until I believe that I will be fine

and that takes time

but really all I feel like I’m doing

to the thing I’m pursuing, is assuming it will bring me happiness

As I wonder about the future gifts,

the presents I’m receiving

feel more like I’m dreaming,

you wonder why that is ?