Hurts

I am sad about me,
I am mad about you.
Why must this world be so wrong?
Why must suffering last so long?
Why can't I love myself?
Why do I push and shove those around?
It is like a dream,
One without a seam.
Nowhere to hide yourself in,
Nowhere to diapear inside forever.
Why must there always be tears?
Why is there no end of fears?
Why is there no light around?
Why does the night scare me so?
Why do men hate?
Do any of us have a fate?
Why can no one understand my pain?
Why will no one take my hand through this?
Why does God love me?
I guess that remains for me to see.