I've learned I can't have empathy for others
Without an appreciation of the pain I cause
I know my flaws are magnified by my being
But I'm trying to escape a kind of thinking
I can't choose to love by the number
I envy with a hunger burning in my gut
It gnaws, the wealth found in a scene
From the outside it seems all flourish
But inside self esteem can limit us
I seek to know what can be just
When so many are broken inside
